Monday, April 12, 2010

An Egypt That Does Not Exist


I want to say words that flame
as I say them, but I keep quiet
and don't try to make both worlds
fit in one mouthful.

I keep secret in myself
an Egypt that does not exist.
Is that good or bad? I don't know.

For years I gave away sexual love
with my eyes. Now I don't.

I am not in any one place.
I do not have a name for what I give away.

Whatever Shams gave,
that you can have from me.
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3 comments:

  1. OdileMarch 24, 2017 at 10:49 AM

    I have been looking for this poem for many years. Which diwan is it coming from? Thank you for answering. Odile

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  2. RuthMarch 24, 2017 at 11:34 AM

    Hello, Odile. I'm afraid I do not know the answer.

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  3. OdileMarch 24, 2017 at 8:52 PM

    Thank you. If you discover the answer, please let me know.

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At the request of a Rumi Reader, I have enabled comments, because I agree that someone, sometime might want to write about the power of Rumi's words. So many times they have met me in ways I just have to share, and so I want you to have that opportunity here. There is no expectation for comments, but please do write something if you feel the urge. ~ Ruth