The stars were on the sidewalk
As if at the Prophet’s coming
Because it had drizzled the night before
Dizzy like a cloud, I left her house
Skipping, skipping on the stars
Pleased as punch in the moonlight
Playing hopscotch
As at the Prophet’s coming
Because it had drizzled the night before.
translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat
Being Present for the Moment
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Such bright words
He’s a really good poet.
Yes, I certainly like his work. Lots more I hope.
I’m glad you do.
A wonderful poem.
Glad you liked it.