Tag: Rubaiyat
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Rubaiyat #9
But come with old Khayyam, and leave the Lot Of Kaikobad and Kaikhosru forgot : Let Rustum lay about him as he will , Or Hatim Tai cry Supper – heed the not.
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Rubaiyat #8
And look a thousand Blossoms with the day Woke – and a thousand scatter’d into clay : And this first Summer Month that brings the Rose SHall take Jamshyd and Kaikobad away.
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Rubaiyat #7
Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling : The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly – and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.
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Rubaiyat #6
And David’s Lips are lock’t; but in divine High piping Pehlevi, with “Wine! Wine! Wine! Red Wine!” – the Nightingale cries to the Rose That yellow Cheek of hers to incarnadine.
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Rubaiyat #5
Iram indeed is gone with all its Rose And Jamshyd’s Sev’n-ring’d Cup where no one knows; But still the Vine her ancient Ruby yields, And still a Garden by the Water blows.
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Rubaiyat #4
Now the New Year reviving old Desires, The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires, Where the WHITE HAND OF MOSES on the Bough Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.
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Rubaiyat #3
And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before The Tavern shouted – ” Open then the Door! You know little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.”
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Rubaiyat #2
Dreaming when Dawn’s Left Hand was in the Sky I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry, “Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.”
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A Rubaiyat A Day?….
Despite its’ many controversies, the Rubaiyat remains one of the, arguably, most surprising hidden gems in second hand bookstores awaiting the unsuspecting reader. Bare with me as I borrow greatly from Laurence Housman for this introductory piece, my knowledge on the poetic works of yesteryear or even today is lacking to say the least. For…
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Rubaiyat #1
Awake! for Morning in the bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight : And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught The Sultan’s Turret in a Noose of light.
THE NECROMANCER 