Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Hafiz Is My Book Boyfriend

Sweetie won a gift certificate to our local independent bookstore the other day, and when I went over to order her some books about typography and some about food, I found this! I think it'll be the perfect companion for a year of body adventures. The March 21 poem ends with these two stanzas:

"There is nothing you have ever done that is
not innocent and will in any way be judged as 
wrong by anyone of true wisdom,

but such knowledge you will not be able to
accept until your and an angel's ways are
more similar. It just works like that."

But my favorite Hafiz poem is much hotter:

TIRED OF SPEAKING SWEETLY
Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,
Break all our teacup talk of God.
If you had the courage and
Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights,
He would just drag you around the room
By your hair,
Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world
That bring you no joy.
Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly
And wants to rip to shreds
All your erroneous notions of truth
That make you fight within yourself, dear one,
And with others,
Causing the world to weep
On too many fine days.
God wants to manhandle us,
Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself
And practice His dropkick.
The Beloved sometimes wants
To do us a great favor:
Hold us upside down
And shake all the nonsense out.
But when we hear
He is in such a “playful drunken mood”
Most everyone I know
Quickly packs their bags and hightails it
Out of town.
~ Hafiz ~

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