The Rubįiyįt of Omar Khayyįm (Edward FitzGerald)
"The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it."
"And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky,
Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die,
Lift not your hands to It for help - for it
As impotently moves as you or I."
"Oh threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise!
One thing at least is certain - This Life flies;
One thing is certain and the rest is Lies;
The Flower that once has blown forever dies."
"Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose!
That Youth's sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
The Nightingale that in the Branches sang,
Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows!"
His poetry is fascinating, but i do not necesarily agree with his udnerstanding of life. According to Khayyam, anything which promotes ones happiness is moral??? Probably he puts too much emphasis on "living the moment" and ignores the past and the future...So easy to criticize, isn't it?
SG, poetry is the language of spirit, prose is the language of mind (C.M., you know... ;)). You can not criticize Khayyam for what he has written, because that is what he has felt. Let me ask you: What does "moral" mean?
So easy to criticize, isn't it? But I can do it...
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