|07:00 am - I think I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree . . .|
What Poetry Form Are You?
I know I should be telling you that I'm
A rubai - but perhaps some other time.
It sounds like work, and anyway, it's late -
Unless I sleep, I'll be too tired to rhyme.
Besides, there's plates to clear and cups to clink,
And when that's done I have to sit and think,
Since then it won't be long before I need
To sleep again and eat again and drink.
From The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam (Fitzgerald translation)
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
The meme I gakked from rakina was Post a poem you like on your LJ and by coincidence, the poetry form meme I snagged from bethynyc was just perfect to pair with it, since one of my favorite poems is "The Rubaiyat". When I was growing up, we had to memorize poems for recitation in class (is that still done anymore?) and I used to loathe doing that. One of the few poems I've voluntarily memorized in my life is Fitzgerald's translation of Khayyam's poetry. The above quatrain is probably my favorite of all of them and the first I ever memorized from that work.
Current Mood: pensive
Current Music: "Al Beeba" -- Mohammed El-Bakkar