March 2015

The New Colossus By Emma Lazarus

Statue of Liberty
---Leroy Neiman - Leroy Neiman Statue of Liberty Painting


Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed,
sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch,
whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning,
and her name Mother of Exiles.
From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome;
her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"


SOURCE:
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/46550
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"The Way of Love" 1 Corinthians 13 English Standard Bible


If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.

And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.

If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.

Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude.

It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth.

Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never ends.

As for prophecies, they will pass away;

as for tongues, they will cease;

as for knowledge, it will pass away.

For we know in part and we prophesy in part,

but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away.

When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child.

When I became a man, I gave up childish ways.

For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face.

Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.

So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
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"Intoxicated by the Wine of Love" — Farid al-Din Attar

Wine Edited
Love Wine With Unusual Hearts


Intoxicated by the Wine of Love.
From each a mystic silence Love demands.
What do all seek so earnestly? 'Tis Love.
What do they whisper to each other? Love.
Love is the subject of their inmost thoughts.
In Love no longer 'thou' and 'I' exist,
For Self has passed away in the Beloved.
Now will I draw aside the veil from Love,
And in the temple of mine inmost soul,
Behold the Friend; Incomparable Love.
He who would know the secret of both worlds,
Will find the secret of them both, is Love.



From “The Jawhar Al-Dhat “

SOURCE:
http://www.poetseers.org/spiritual-and-devotional-poets/sufi-poets/attarp/intoxicated-by-the-wine-of-love/
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The World Is a Beautiful Place by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

The world is a beautiful place 
to be born into 
if you don't mind happiness 
not always being 
so very much fun 
if you don't mind a touch of hell 
now and then 
just when everything is fine 
because even in heaven 
they don't sing 
all the time 
The world is a beautiful place 
to be born into 
if you don't mind some people dying 
all the time 
or maybe only starving 
some of the time 
which isn't half bad 
if it isn't you 
Oh the world is a beautiful place 
to be born into
if you don't much mind 
a few dead minds 
in the higher places 
or a bomb or two 
now and then 
in your upturned faces 
or such other improprieties 
as our Name Brand society 
is prey to 
with its men of distinction 
and its men of extinction 
and its priests 
and other patrolmen 
and its various segregations 
and congressional investigations 
and other constipations 
that our fool flesh 
is heir to  Yes the world is the best place of all 
for a lot of such things as 
making the fun scene 
and making the love scene 
and making the sad scene
  and singing low songs and having inspirations 
and walking around 
looking at everything 
and smelling flowers 
and goosing statues 
and even thinking 
and kissing people and 
making babies and wearing pants 
and waving hats and 
dancing 
and going swimming in rivers 
on picnics 
in the middle of the summer 
and just generally 
'living it up' 
Yes 
but then right in the middle of it 
comes the smiling 

mortician


SOURCE:
https://www.poemhunter.com/lawrence-ferlinghetti/poems/
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