Daily Archives: July 14, 2006

I sometimes think that never blows so red

Riva Castle in Riva Village, a small fisher village in Blacksea region of Istanbul (pentax k10d)

Riva Castle in Riva Village, a small fisher village in Blacksea region of Istanbul (pentax k10d)

Riva castle. taken by Pentax K10D, at Istanbul

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

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Think, in this batter’d Caravanserai
Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day,
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his destined Hour, and went his way.

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They say the Lion and the Lizard keep
The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep:
And Bahram, that great Hunter-the Wild Ass
Stamps o’er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep.

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I sometimes think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.

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And this reviving Herb whose tender Green
Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean-
Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows
From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen

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Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears
To-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears:
To-morrow!-Why, To-morrow I may be
Myself with Yesterday’s Sev’n thousand Years.

22

For some we loved, the loveliest and the best
That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest,
Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before,
And one by one crept silently to rest.

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And we, that now make merry in the Room
They left, and Summer dresses in new bloom,
Ourselves must we beneath the Couch of Earth
Descend-ourselves to make a Couch-for whom?

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Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!

Omer Hayyam

by Edward FitzGerald

white flowers in shadows

white flowers, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

white flowers, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

Today Is Sunday 
Today is Sunday.
For the first time they took me out into the sun today.
And for the first time in my life I was aghast
that the sky is so far away
and so blue
and so vast
I stood there without a motion.
Then I sat on the ground with respectful devotion
leaning against the white wall.
Who cares about the waves with which I yearn to roll
Or about strife or freedom or my wife right now.
The soil, the sun and me…
I feel joyful and how.
Nazim Hikmet