Monday, February 18, 2013

In a Station of the Metro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd
Petals on a wet, black bough. 

— Ezra Pound


















Metropolitan Museum of Art, 2012
© Mathangi Krishnamurthy
Some Fill With Each Good Rain 

There are different wells within your heart.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far too deep for that.

In one well
You have just a few precious cups of water,
That “love” is literally something of yourself,
It can grow as slow as a diamond
If it is lost.

Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a
Stranger,
Only to someone
Who has the valor and daring
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you. 

There are different wells within us.
Some fill with each good rain,
Others are far, far too deep
For that.

-- Hafiz. Translated by Daniel Ladinsky (1999). The Gift.