“Stranger to love and the benevolent
hand of age……
History has recorded on our papery hearts
By the reed
And each partition of the reed
Complains of the Masnavi of our groans: ………..??
The lines in your hands
(these winding roads)
Is familiar to my eye.
Believe me
The lines in your hand
Are more familiar to me than my own lines…
Ah
O friend…
They buried us together in the grave
A thousand years ago”
Poet, Fare welling Hands
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Farrokh Tamimi 7
Iranian poet and translator 1934–2003Related quotes
Letter II : Heloise to Abelard
Letters of Abelard and Heloise
Context: A consolatory letter of yours to a friend happened some days since to fall into my hands. My knowledge of the character, and my love of the hand, soon gave me the curiosity to open it. In justification of the liberty I took, I flattered myself I might claim a sovereign privilege over every thing which came from you nor was I scrupulous to break thro' the rules of good breeding, when it was to hear news of Abelard. But how much did my curiosity cost me? what disturbance did it occasion? and how was I surprised to find the whole letter filled with a particular and melancholy account of our misfortunes? I met with my name a hundred times; I never saw it without fear: some heavy calamity always, followed it, I saw yours too, equally unhappy. These mournful but dear remembrances, puts my spirits into such a violent motion, that I thought it was too much to offer comfort to a friend for a few slight disgraces by such extraordinary means, as the representation of our sufferings and revolutions. What reflections did I not make, I began to consider the whole afresh, and perceived myself pressed with the same weight of grief as when we first began to be miserable. Tho' length of time ought to have closed up my wounds, yet the seeing them described by your hand was sufficient to make them all open and bleed afresh. Nothing can ever blot from my memory what you have suffered in defence of your writings.
“My heart is your heart," he said. "My hands are your hands.”
Variant: And what if I'm the one who kills him?" "My heart is your heart," he said, "My hands are your hands.
Source: City of Lost Souls
Source: Under the Volcano (1947), Ch. XII (p. 346)
“And now let us play our reeds together.”
Sarkis an old Greek Shepherd, called the madman: Jesus and Pan
Jesus, The Son of Man (1928)
Context: "And now let us play our reeds together."
And they played together.
And their music smote heaven and earth, and a terror struck all living things.
I heard the bellow of beasts and the hunger of the forest. And I heard the cry of lonely men, and the plaint of those who long for what they know not.
I heard the sighing of the maiden for her lover, and the panting of the luckless hunter for his prey.
And then there came peace into their music, and the heavens and the earth sang together.
All this I saw in my dream, and all this I heard.
Song lyrics, Hounds of Love (1985), The Ninth Wave
Universal Hall (2003)
Source: "I've Lived Here Before" (co-written with Liam Ó Maonlaí)