To all’s river which as my Atbara river-quick and fast- does sail and slide from eastern horizon to western horizon where sans and without our sight and fine eyes we rest and lie oh big lie of arts that day and night high and loud does yell and cry in its sweet voice of colours and tone: “Where are those two fine eyes of day and night whose beam and light is truth and beauty on all these countless miles of fine four leading eyes?”
Two questions??
Oh this divine sunrise of birth and life Why do you during Brief period and time Of day and night You become and be That solemn mysterious sunset Of no high and low In all’s real nest And lee whose bare Tree and dry willow Is you and me When you and I Sans and without eyes Down rest and lie In all’s mother’s womb This beaming beautiful earth?
******* I become and be That solemn mysterious sunset Of death and demise Oh bard and poet The child and son Of sunset and me Since it is my First essential source and Fount that does again Out slide of my Sunset of solemn horizon Only to bright glitter And rise timeless rise Of hell or paradise Where those two eyes Of day and night Whose beam and light Is truth and beauty Bright glitter and rise All of the time Oh this divine light Of colors and tone Whose sly wise nude Night’s tribe and nation Of bards and poets During all days and nights In bliss of solitude Out of flying imagination Pen and write to Paint and draw their Bright stars and butterflies Fine lass and witch Of song and lay That high and loud Does cry on four leading Eyes of north and south With east and west Where are those two Eyes of day and night In you and me That either soar and fly From east to west Busy bee or fly ?
A Question?
Oh fine divine mermaid Of colors and tone How can man become And be fair and Fine on this eastern Horizon of fleeting life While quick and fast He does sail and Slide from east down To west with one Face and too two?
An Answer
He and I oh Those fine singing eyes Of colours and tone Loud yell at birth For our two eyes Of day and night Whose beam and light Is truth and beauty Oh this divine light Of imagination and creation Begin to darken and beclouded
Who?
Here and there oh This divine fleeting sunrise Of birth and life Who is to play Fair and so fine While I with most Oh this singing eye Of colors and tone Quick sail and slide From east to west With one-face and Too two oh word The witch and lass Of bards and poets Who day and night In bliss of solitude Look for two fine eyes Of day and night The sun and the moon Whose beam and light Is truth and beauty For all these miles Of four leading eyes To sail and slide From fleeting eastern horizon Down to western horizon Of death and demise For all and me That beautiful busy hive And fine fascinating paradise Where you and I Bright glitter and rise Moon of fine sun.
Four Horizons
Oh this deep river And fine beautiful gill Of birth and life Narrate to all and me Where is your real Horizon while quick and Fast you sail and slide From west to east And from east to west Whose eastern timeless horizon Is either hot hell Or fine beautiful paradise Where those two eyes Of day and night Whose beam and light Is truth and beauty Bright glitter and rise All of the time Oh that divine light of colors and tone That day and night In bliss of solitude High yell and cry In its sweet voice Of song and lay Where are those two Fine beautiful eyes of Day and night on All these countless miles Of four leading eyes ?
The Blind
East and west North and south The river and Its divine sunrise Of fleeting light Which oh bewitching Witch and fine Lass of yes And no does Flash and belight Only soon to Become and be That mysterious sun-set Of no high And low in Its real nest And lee whose Bare dry tree Is you and Me when you And I rest And down lie Sons and without Our two fine Beautiful eyes in All’s mother’s womb On whose surface Most of the Fine time we Quick and fast Sail and slide Sans and without Those two fine Beautiful eyes of Day and night Whom that night’s Tribe and nation Of all poets Pen and draw In bliss of solitude On their lush Dale and vale Of imagination and creation.
الرسائل والمقالات و الآراء المنشورة في المنتدى بأسماء أصحابها أو بأسماء مستعارة لا تمثل بالضرورة الرأي الرسمي لصاحب الموقع أو سودانيز اون لاين بل تمثل وجهة نظر كاتبها
لا يمكنك نقل أو اقتباس اى مواد أعلامية من هذا الموقع الا بعد الحصول على اذن من الادارة