Gibran Poems Recast





012. 
The Creation Of Man And Woman. Kahlil Gibran. Recast In The True Poetic Form By P.S.Remesh Chandran. 
Editor, Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum.
By PSRemeshChandra, 8th Apr 2011 [30th Sep 2010]
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Posted in Wikinut Poetry Drama & Criticism.


Kahlil Gibran is mistakenly considered to have written his poems in free verse or blank verse but actually he was hiding his exquisite tunes behind a mask, so that the dull wits and half wits of his times won't attempt to sing them. Songs from his immortal work Tears And Laughter are fine examples of a poet locking out his lines. Two poems from Tears And Laughter, Creation Of Man and Creation Of Woman are presented here, slightly edited and recast in the true poetic form by P.S.Remesh Chandran.

A poet suspected of hiding exquisite tunes behind a mask of blank verse.

 
Statue of Eve in Eve Fountain, St.Petersberg.
 
Kahlil Gibran was a U.S- Arabic- Lebanese poet who thrilled the world with exotic tunes and captivating ideas common to all Arab and Persian poets. This wonder that was Gibran brought excellent imagery unheard of and unthought-of of before to the pages of English poetry. His poems have been a source of unending inspiration to poets and poetry appreciating public alike. He is widely accepted as a writer of what is called free verse, blank verse or prose-poems. Considering the sweetness and mellowness of his lines, it is improbable that his mind had not been impregnated with some heavenly music at the time he wrote these lines. His poems can be compared only to such brilliant and musically inspired Persian poets as Gulchin, Sana'i, Rumi, Nizami, Jami, Hafiz, Amir Khusrau, Firdausi and of course Omar Khayyam. So it was only natural there was a hilarious tune concealed behind each song and poem written by Kahlil Gibran. In almost all his poems can be found traces of slight reference to brilliant geniuses being ignored, neglected or condemned by the half wits and the jealous of their times. Thus we come to guess that Kahlil Gibran hid his exquisite tunes behind a mask of blank verse so that the dull wits and half wits of his times won't attempt to sing them.

Statutory Warning: Whoever goes after Gibran will have to suffer the same fate depicted in his poems.

 
Creation of the world. Painting by Brueghel.
 
It has been a challenge to music and poetry appreciators all over the world to rediscover the tunes hid by Gibran in his songs. A Dialectical Metaphysicist himself, some uncanny mystic fate surrounded and enveloped his poems which made them immune to unripe persons. Whoever went after Gibran to find out the hidden music in his poems had to suffer and undergo the same misery, poverty, isolation, neglect and suppression depicted by the poet in his poems. That is why those tunes and versifications which were discovered earlier never came out to the printer's press. The strike of fate on those unfortunates who attempted to recast his poems earlier might have been such forceful and complete that they never could have risen again in their lives. Recasting Gibran poems to bring out the rich musical content in them is easy, but surviving and surpassing the fatal strikes extended from the mystic hallo surrounding each poem is not at all easy. This author also did not escape unscathed. Someday I wish to write about my horrible experiences. And I hope someday the results of those other attempts would come to daylight and be published. When Gibran in one of his poems wrote about manuscript pages of the dying poet blown away to future generations by the wind, no one thought it to be a key to the mysticism surrounding the real life of this magical poet.

Dedicated to those who attempted Gibran poems earlier, but did not escape unscathed.

 
Created the Garden of Eden for housing man.
 
Tears And Laughter is one of the immortal works of Kahlil Gibran, the others being The Broken Wings and The Prophet. All poems in these works are good to be read and sung. Poems from Tears And Laughter have since been slightly edited and recast in the true poetic form by P.S.Remesh Chandran, Editor, Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum. The following songs from this book are now released online so that all the world may sing them and enjoy them. Hope copyright restrictions if any won't hamper the zeal of the world and dampen the cherished wish of Gibran Fans in all countries. This work is dedicated to those creative minds from all corners of the world who attempted recasting Kahlil Gibran poems earlier, but did not survive the mystic and fatal blows from the poems.

The Creation Of Man

The Creation Of Woman
A Poet's Death Is His Life
Song Of The Rain
Song Of The Wave
A Lover's Call

Someone someday somewhere will recast all Gibran poems to bring out the rich musical content in them.

 
Paradise painted in oil by Brueghel.
 
It is hoped that Kahlil Gibran's other works will also be brought out in the true poetic form by others elsewhere. In coming years, recasting of more songs in Tears And Laughter will be undertaken and published. Beautiful orchestrations also will be made which finally will show to the world what a U.S- Arabic- Lebanese combination means. Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum presents the first song in this series, The Creation Of Man before the poetry-appreciating public.

1. Creation Of Man. The Poem Recast.

 
After creation, man was shown to other creatures.


Furnace of Anger gave consuming fire,

Desert of Ignorance gave searing wind,

The shore of Selfishness sharp-cutting sand,

And feet of Ages coarse earth from under.

Combining them God fashioned Man and gave

To him a blind power, raging and driving

Him into madness which extinguishes

Only before gratification of Desire,

And placed in him Life which is the spectre of Death.

God laughed and cried, felt overwhelming Love

And Pity, and beneath his guidance sheltered Man.

Burning fire in one eye, rolling ocean in the other.



God created man out of fire, wind, sand and earth provided by anger, ignorance, selfishness and ages respectively, leaving no mighty element untouched and unutilized for his creation. It was expected that the raging blind power blown into him would drive him into his inborn madness which would extinguish only upon attainment of gratification of his desire, consuming him finally. That was the scheme. Desire was invented and designed for him, and placed in him naturally. Then God placed life in him which is in fact a manifestation and the haunting ghost-like presentiment of death. God knew that man would die someday which man alone did not know until he ate the fruit, lost his innocence and divined the ultimate knowledge of life and death. The instant he ate the fruit, the first dead leaf fell in the garden. God did see in advance his creation going after gratification of his desire and after a brief span of life, lying somewhere dead and still. That was why he laughed and cried at the same time, feeling overwhelming joy and pity for this doomed fragile creation, and decided to stay with him and to protect him under his guidance like a child who will never grow.

2. Creation Of Woman. The Poem Recast.

 
Woman created in elegance in the garden.
 

God separated Spirit from himself,
Fashioned it into Beauty and showered upon

All blessings of gracefulness and kindness
And gave the cup of Happiness and said:

"Drink not from this cup unless you forget past

And future, happiness but this moment."

He also gave a cup of Sorrow and said:

"Drink from this cup and you will understand

The meaning of the fleeting instants of

The joy of life, for Sorrow ever abounds."

Versification and orchestration of Gibran poems will become the most pleasant verbal exercise in future.


 

Expulsion from home: the price of sin and learning.
These slightly edited and recast poems of Kahlil Gibran are the first of its kind that got published ever. Only a mind perfectly thrilled at creating such perfect and exquisite tunes can write those lines. It is theorized that Gibran wrote them in this exact way, and then to mislead readers, he rearranged his lines to make them look like blank verse. Considering the majesty and loftiness of his theme, it is not unlike him to disguise his poetry in this manner and divert readers from the dazzling glory of divinity. Many poets like Rabindranath Tagore and Sarojini Naidu also have successfully locked their lines before appreciators. It is contextual to note that these two poets were admirers of Kahlil Gibran. To perfectly appreciate their poems, the readers will have to unlock or rediscover their original writing. Readers, learners and researchers are advised to read the original blank-verse text of Gibran as well. It is hoped that more Gibran poems will be recast to bring out the rich musical content in them. Versification of Kahlil Gibran poems and orchestrating them in their original tunes will become the most pleasant verbal exercise in future in the English speaking Arab world.

Note



What Gibran wrote, he experienced. Not that what Gibran experienced, he wrote. Poetry should be fact melted down in philosophy. Philosophy is to be derived by an individual from the experience he gains. Therefore, a person who writes philosophical poems incommensurate with his age, without adequate back support of experience, will be forced to experience the very things he wrote. That is Nature's balancing. The author and the commenter of this article has undergone this trial and punishment for attempting works unbecoming of age. It happened so in regard to my own literary creations. Regarding the additional punishment I have had to bear for recasting Gibran poems, I have decided to write about it in detail sometime, if allowed. One thing is certain. Kahlil Gibran wrote superb philosophical poems which fitted not his age. And he escaped from experiencing the very things. So the gravity of the residual energy envelops the poems like a black hole, draining the energy of all who deal with those poems. There have been equally disturbing stories about Shakespeare's certain plays which cause untoward incidents at wherever they are acted. The last time I heard, it was a chandelier that broke down from the roof and fell 'accidentally' on the stage.




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013.

Song Of The Rain. Kahlil Gibran. Recast In The True Poetic Form By P.S.Remesh Chandran. 
Editor, Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum.
By PSRemeshChandra, 11th Apr 2011. [3rd Jan 2011] 


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Posted in Wikinut Poetry Drama & Criticism. 


It is alleged that Kahlil Gibran hid his exquisite tunes behind a mask of blank verse to prevent the dull wits and the half wits of his times from enjoying his songs. This song is for the first time recast in the true poetic form by Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum so that all the world may sing. It is expected that beautiful orchestrations of this immortal song will follow from other quarters of the world.

Through the skies she comes, down to the earth, to sustain a planet.

Clouds in the sky.
Song Of The Rain is included in Kahlil Gibran's famous collection of poems Tears And Laughter. It is written in the form of the rain herself singing her song as she comes down. In scientific perfection, this song can be compared only to P.B.Shelley's Ode To The West Wind, which will leave readers which one excels. Rain is beautifully personified in this song. Gibran was a close observer of not only human nature, but nature's creations and elements also. It is the first time in literary history that someone tells about the inner feelings and thrill of the rain in pouring out, spreading on the ground, seeping into the inner bowels of the earth and sustaining this planet.

Dotted silver threads, delivering love messages.


Rain on trees.
Rain is dotted silver threads dropped from heaven by Gods, which nature takes away then to adorn her fields and valleys. She is beautiful pearls plucked by the Daughter of Dawn from some sovereign's crown, to embellish her gardens. The clouds and fields are lovers and she is a messenger between them. By pouring out the rain cures the cloud and by coming down to the ground she quenches the thirst of the field. The voice of thunder declares her arrival and the rainbow her departure. When she cries coming down the skies the hills laugh, when she reaches the ground the flowers rejoice, and when she has seeped down deep into the soil all things are elated.

Listen to the rain: it is an incessant song.


Shelter in rain under a tree.
Rain emerges from the heart of the sea and soars with the breeze. When she sees a field in need, she descends and downpours and embraces the flowers and trees in her own million little ways. In human houses, she touches the windows with soft gentle fingers and all can hear her welcome song which but the sensitive can understand. She is born out of heat in the air which in her turn she kills, exactly as a woman overcomes a man with the strength she takes from him. Rain is the sigh of the sea, the laughter of the field and the tears of the Heaven and Love. One will wonder how scientific and close Kahlil Gibran was. It was as if he entered the very soul of the Rain to sing on her behalf. This song is only one of Gibran's many exquisite creations. Just listen to the rain: it is the tune that made this song. Gibran did not invent or create a tune for this song, he copied it. Actually he stole it from the rain.

Rivers, meadows and mountains all sing songs after rain.


Wet grass after winter rain.
As the rain reaches earth, life in the planet rejuvenates. Rivers, rivulets, streams, ponds, lakes, lagoons and oceans replenishes. Nature appears as if she has been washed out clean and lain to dry in sunshine. Grass turns lush green, squirrels birds and cows come out and the sky is once more serene. Rivers, meadows and mountains all sing songs after a rain.

Song Of The Rain. The Poem Recast.


Rainbow above water. God' promise to man.
 3. SONG OF THE RAIN.

[Slightly edited and recast in the true 

poetic form by P.S.Remesh Chandran, Editor, 
Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum]

I am dotted silver - threads

Dropped from heaven by Gods,
Nature takes me then - to
Adorn her fields and valleys.

I am beautiful pearls - plucked

From the crown of Ishtar,
By the daughter of Dawn - to
Embellish her gardens.

Rain, the most joyful thing in this world.


A Song Thrush after a torrential rain.
 When I cry the hills laugh - and
When I humble myself
The flowers rejoice, and when I
Bow, all things are elated.

The 'field and cloud are lovers - me a 

Messenger of mercy between them,
I quench the thirst of the field - and
Cure th'ailment of the cloud.

The 'voice of thunder declares

My 'arrival and the rainbow
A'nnounces my departure - 'am like
Earthly life which begins at
The 'feet of mad elements, ends
Un'der th'upraised wings of death.

I gently touch the windows with my soft fingers.


Green pasteure, the blessing of the rain.
 Heart 'of the sea I emerge from - and
Soar with the breeze. When I see
A 'field in need I descend and
Em'brace the flowers and trees - in my
'Million little ways.

I 'gently touch the windows

With my s'oft fingers - And my
An'nouncement is a welcome - song
'All can hear but only - the sensi-
Tive can understand.

I am the laughter of the field.


Rain on house front and pavement.
 I 'am the sigh of the sea,
The laughter of the field,
The 'tears of the Heaven,
'And so is with love.

Sighs 'from deep sea of affection,

Laugh'ter from colourful field
Of 'spirit; and tears from th'endless
'Heaven of memories.


Note


Rain is legendary. It is what caused and preserved life in this planet. Life which arrived in some meteorite particle and remained in the sky was brought down to the earth in a rain. When it rained incessantly for months and months, the world submerged in floods but Noah with a few samples of life forms escaped in his Ark. When water subsided he offered a sacrifice and prayer to God who solaced and assured man that he will never again destroy world through water. As a token of his covenant, he laid his beautiful bow on the rain clouds. After the rain, when the rainbow appears God is reminded of his promise to man that he will not destroy the world again with rain. It is true, after the rainbow there is no rain, though there is excellent scientific reason for the same.


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014.
Song Of The Wave. Kahlil Gibran. Recast In The True Poetic Form By P.S.Remesh Chandran. 
Editor, Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum.
By PSRemeshChandra, 15th Apr 2011 [5th Oct 2010]
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Posted in Wikinut Poetry 


The sea, clouds and waves and the ever patient shore are a wonder to the new born babe, the steam engine like youth and the old man who is like a fading sunset. This energetic, thrilling, restless dame that is the ocean is shy and submissive to only one, her eternal and beloved lover, the shore. Their unending love story which has been going on and will continue to be so through the ages is presented here in the true poetic form.

Man brought back a piece of ocean with him which he still can hear in his blood and soul.
 
A piece of ocean is inside all beings.

Standing on the shore seeing the perpetual mounting, rolling and thundering of the waves, one will wonder how much water is there on the ocean and if there is an opposite shore, how far and distant that would be. Sea-going boats men and yaughts men won't admit that their fascination for the sea would never be satiated. From time immemorial ocean waves lapping on the shore has been reminding man of the eternity of time and of the beautiful perceptions of its creator. Expanse of the ocean is the first thing that presented man with a glimpse of the immenseness of space and eternity of time. Since life forms migrated to shore from the ocean, man brought back a piece of ocean along with him which in still silent nights he can still listen to reverberating in his blood and soul.

It is easier to count the number of poets who did not write about the ocean.
 
Ocean blue: the intriguing mystic attraction.

Sea shore and the ocean blue has always been an intriguing and mystic attraction to mankind. The poetical mind of the world gradually began to think of them as lovers, meeting kissing embracing and departing eternally, theirs being the most magnificent love story in the world. It is easier to count which poets did not retell this lovely love story than going after the countless number of poets who celebrated this ardence and affection of the ocean for the shore. Kahlil Gibran's Song Of The Wave surpasses every other one in it's unique poetic conceptions, beauty of diction and musical thrill. He wrote it in blank verse to mask his tune which Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum recast in the true poetic form for all the world to sing. Song Of The Wave is included in his book Tears And Laughter. It is hoped that world music lovers and Kahlil Gibran fans in all continents will enjoy and benefit from being able to sing this song naturally for the first time. It is expected that beautiful orchestrations and musical albums and films of this immortal song will be made by those interested and talented. Readers, learners and researchers are advised to read Gibran's original blank verse as well.

Song Of The Wave from Tears and Laughter. The Poem Recast.

 
Drowning souls lifted tenderly towards shore.
 4. SONG OF THE WAVE.
[Slightly edited and recast in the true
poetic form by P.S.Remesh Chandran,
Editor, Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books,
Trivandrum]

The strong shore is my beloved, and

I am his sweetheart, united we are at last
By love; and the moon draws me then from him,
I go to him in haste and depart
Reluctantly, with many little farewells.

I steal swiftly from behind the blue

Horizon, to cast the silver of my foam
Upon the gold of his sand;
And we blend in melted brilliance.

No love song equals the majesty and perfection of this scene.

 
When all asleep, I sit up singing in the night.
 I quench his thirst and submerge his heart,
He softens my voice and subdues my temper,
And then I recite the rule of love upon
His ears, and he embraces me longingly.

At eventide I sing to him the song

Of Hope, and then print kisses smooth upon
His face; I am swift and fearful but he
Is quiet patient and thoughtful. His
Broad bossom soothes my restlessness,
As the tide comes we caress each other;
When it withdraws I drop to his feet in prayer.

Lifted drowning souls and carried them tenderly to shore.

His broad bosom will soothe my restlessness.
  Many times have I danced around mermaids
As they rose from the depths,
And rested upon my crest to watch the stars;
Many times have I heard lovers complain
Of their smallness and I helped them to sigh.

Many times have I teased the great rocks

And fondled them with a smile, but never have I
Received laughter from them; many times
Have I lifted drowning souls and carried them
Tenderly to my beloved shore,
He gives them strength as he takes mine.

In the dead of night when all creatures seek slumber, I sit up singing.

 
The wave and shore. Theirs an eternal love story.
 Many times have I stolen gems from the depths
And presented them to my beloved shore,
He takes in silence but still I give
For he welcomes me ever.

In the heaviness of night when all

Creatures seek the ghost of slumber, I
Sit up singing at one time,
At another I am awake always.

Alas! Sleeplessness has weakened me!

But I am a lover and the truth of Love is strong; 
I may weary but I shall never die.

Note


The number of poets in all languages, lands and ages who wrote about the magnificence, might and beauty of the ocean are as many as there are stars in the universe. The primitive man sitting on the moonlit ocean shore under star studded skies might have been the first creator of a song. His exclamations in wonder at the series of meteorites and shooting stars raining on the blue expanse were the first poetry. No doubt Kahlil Gibran's mind synchronized with that lone singer's soul from an unthinkably far distant past. What love, caring and consideration were stored in the ocean's depths by the creator for man is beautifully conveyed verbatim by Gibran in the Song Of The Wave. The shore is none but man in a philosophical perspective. And the ocean, the creator's eternal inexhaustible kindness!



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015.

A Poet's Death Is His Life. Kahlil Gibran. Recast In The True Poetic Form By P.S.Remesh Chandran. 
Editor, Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum.
By PSRemeshChandra, 15th Apr 2011 [4th Jan 2011]
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Posted in Wikinut Poetry Drama & Criticism


This poem is Kahlil Gibran's tribute to all human souls dying uncared for in this world. It is perhaps the most majestic portrayal of death in poetry. Gibran designed this poem as a psychic black hole of immense gravity which continues its journey through the abyss of time, consuming human souls on the way.

The golden gates and arch leading to eternity.


Gibran - the poet, philosopher, painter and sculptor.
Gibran describes the departing of a very lonely and lofty soul from this world when everyone is present except men. Loneliness of human soul and ingratitude of the world have never ever been painted in words more beautifully. 'A Poet's Death is His Life' means when he dies he is living. By his death he has begun to live. It is the gravest song in the book Tears And Laughter. The more we are immersed deep in the song, the brighter are we shown a glimpse of the golden gates and arch leading to eternity. But once we have a glimpse of that threshold, it will be hard for us to return to immediate realities. That is how the magic and charm of this poem led many appreciators astray. So beware of this song. It may permanently change you and most often there might not be a return to our former self.

A poet who wrote beautiful poems in bronze.



The famous Adastra Sculpture by Kahlil Gibran.
Gibran wrote this poem in blank verse which prevented its full enjoyment and singing. P.S.Remesh Chandran, Editor, Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum slightly edited and recast this song in the true poetic form so that all the world may sing. This is the Fifth Song from Tears And Laughter that has been recast in the true poetic form. Hints and suggestions for singing the song have been marked, so that anyone who tries to sing it won't stumble and fall. Readers, learners and researchers are advised to read Gibran's original blank verse text as well.

The dim oil lamp flickering in a deserted hovel.

A hovel in the suburbs of a town
 From Kahlil Gibran's
Tears And Laughter.

A Poet's Death Is His Life


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Slightly Edited and Recast In The True Poetic Form
by P.S.Remesh Chandran, Editor,
Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum.
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One.

Dark wings of night enfolded the city

Upon which Nature'ad put a pure and white
Garment of snow; and 'men deser'ted the streets
For their 'houses in search of warmth while the north wind 
In contemplation of laying the gardens waste.          [probed
There in the suburb an old hut heavily stood
La'den with snow and on the 'verge of falling. In
A dark recess of that 'hovel was 'a poor bed
In which was lying a dying youth staring
At the dim 'laaight of his oil lamp,
'Made to flicker by th'entering winds.
He 'was a man in the 'spring of life who fore - saw
'Fully that the peaceful hour of freeing
Himself from the clutches of life was fast nearing.
He was awaiting Death's visit gratefully
And upon his 'paaile face appeared the dawn
Of hope; and on his lips a sorrowful
Smile 'aand in his 'ey'es forgiveness.

A lone hungry visitor on an alien world.
 
The stoning of a poet.
Two.

He was a poet perishing from hunger

In the city of the living rich. He was placed in
The earthly world to enliven the heart
Of Man with his profound beautiful sayings.
He was a noble soul sent, by the Goddess
Of Understanding, to smoothe and make gentle
The human spirit. But a'las! He gently bade
The cold earth farewell without receiving
A sm'aeel from it's stra'eenge occupants.

Will far away stars bow down to soothe this trodden soul?


The mind of a dying poet.
 Three. 

He was 'breathing his last and had no one at his bedside
Save the 'oil lamp, his 'only companion, and
Some parchments 'upon which he had inscribed his
Feeling. As he sal'vaged the remnants of
His withering strength, he lifted his hands heavenward;
He moved his 'ey'es hopelessly, as if
Wan'ting to p'ene'trate the ceiling so
To 'see the stars from be'hind the veil of clouds.

He who speaks the language of angels is doomed in the world.


Four. 


He said: Come beautiful Death, my soul 'is longing

For you. Come close to me and unfasten
Th'irons of life, I am weary of dragging them.
Come sweet Death, deliver me from my neighbours
Who look upon me as a stranger because
I interpret the language of th'angels.
Hurry, oh peaceful Death, and carry me
From these 'multitudes who left me in the dark
Corner of oblivion because I do not
Bleed weak as they do, come oh gentle Death.
En'fold me un'der your 'wha'ight wings, for my
Fellowmen are 'not in 'want of me, embrace me
Oh Death, 'full of love and mercy; let your lips
Touch my 'lips which 'ne'ver tasted a mother's kiss,
Nor 'touched a 'sister's cheeks, caressed a sweetheart's
Finger'tips. Come, and take me, my beloved Death.

A divine beauetee came down and closed his eyes.
 
Beyond the Golden Gate and Arch.
Five.

Then at the bedside of the dying poet

A'ppeared an 'angel who 'possessed supernat'ral
And divine beauetie, holding in her hand
A wreath of li'llees. She embraced him
And closed his eyes so he could see no more
Except with the eye of his spirit. She im'pressed a deep
And long and gentlee withdrawn kiss that left
An e'ternal smile of ful'fillment upon his lips.
Then the 'ho'vel 'be'caime empty and 'nothing was left
Save parchments and papers which the poet had
'Strewn about with bitter fu'tility.

Deny the poet food and love. When he is dead erect a monument.

 
Six. 

Hundreds of years later 'when people

Arose from the diseased slumber of Ignorance
And saw the Dawn Of Knowledge had 'erected
A 'monument in a most 'beautiful garden of
The city, and celebrated 'a feast 'every year
In honour of the poet, whose writings had
Freed them. How cruu'el is Man's ignorance!




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