As if my pen
had drunk too much
its joy beyond all keeping –
dancing across the page,
wild with meaning.
A slender reed
thrumming with songs
of passion and Persian princes;
these are not mere lines,
but the tracings of a pen
turned whirling dervish.
had drunk too much
its joy beyond all keeping –
dancing across the page,
wild with meaning.
A slender reed
thrumming with songs
of passion and Persian princes;
these are not mere lines,
but the tracings of a pen
turned whirling dervish.