you ask me about that country whose details now escape me,
i don't remember its geography, nothing of its history.
and should I visit it in memory,
it would be as I would a past lover,
after years, for a night, no longer restless with passion,
with no fear of regret.
i have reached that age when one visits the heart merely as a courtesy.
-Faiz Ahmed Faiz (poem #1442 - let me think)
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| shirin neshat - women of allah |
beautifull post Yass!
ReplyDeleteReminded me to this thought:
The City
by Konstantinos (Costantinos) Kavafis
You said, "I will go to another land, I will go to another sea.
Another city will be found, better than this.
Every effort of mine is condemned by fate;
and my heart is -- like a corpse -- buried.
How long in this wasteland will my mind remain.
Wherever I turn my eyes, wherever I may look
I see the black ruins of my life here,
where I spent so many years, and ruined and wasted."
New lands you will not find, you will not find other seas.
The city will follow you. You will roam the same
streets. And you will age in the same neighborhoods;
in these same houses you will grow gray.
Always you will arrive in this city. To another land -- do not hope --
there is no ship for you, there is no road.
As you have ruined your life here
in this little corner, you have destroyed it in the whole world.
(Konstantinos Kavafis)