Small children move through hallways the color of old snowfall,
Mouths hidden, they cast no shadow under clean fluorescent lights
Crackling as though they’d break. Slow, they walk together, apart.
Poems, commentaries on poems and on poetry.
Small children move through hallways the color of old snowfall,
Mouths hidden, they cast no shadow under clean fluorescent lights
Crackling as though they’d break. Slow, they walk together, apart.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
From my perspective I would edit this brief famous poem writing "nature" (in low key) where the religious poet humbly wrote "god".
Some grandiose words are used too frequently, suggesting a cultural habituation to simple, even childish imaginary conceptions of reality.
Were it not for the excess of your talking
and the turmoil in your hearts,
you would see what I see
and hear what I hear!
Muhyyeddin Ibn Arabi (1165-1240 CE),
poeta andalusí.