Wasif Clicks

26/03/2023

The lily has a smooth stalk,
Will never hurt your hand;
But the rose upon her brier
Is lady of the land.🌹🌹

There’s sweetness in an apple tree,
And profit in the corn;
But lady of all beauty
Is a rose upon a thorn.🌹🌹

When with moss and honey
She tips her bending brier,
And half unfolds her glowing heart,
She sets the world on fire.🌹🌹
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08/03/2023

I wonder about the trees.

Why do we wish to bear

Forever the noise of these

More than another noise

So close to our dwelling place?

We suffer them by the day

Till we lose all measure of pace,

And fixity in our joys,

And acquire a listening air.

They are that that talks of going

But never gets away;

And that talks no less for knowing,

As it grows wiser and older,

That now it means to stay.

My feet tug at the floor

And my head sways to my shoulder

Sometimes when I watch trees sway,

From the window or the door.

I shall set forth for somewhere,

I shall make the reckless choice

Some day when they are in voice

And tossing so as to scare

The white clouds over them on.

I shall have less to say,

But I shall be gone.
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06/03/2023

This forest is thick, but it’s light,
Like a temple, like Athens city.
In the forest every daybreak seems
An outbreak of harmless fire.

When the sun rises, its descent is silent –
Here rarely anyone comes to visit.
It is dozing fitfully, or mist has descended.
There is no pillow

On its bed. The empty paths
Are eternally circular. Deep breathing,
Rational breathing – carefree breathing here.
I took a good look round –

The trees belong to all sorts of religions:
This tree is Lao-Tze, that one is Confucius,
Fruit has bowed the branch with ripeness,
It’s given a good harvest.

In the forest grow verbs’ infinitives,
Words’ roots, dreams’ notions,
The golden fleece, if it’s the Lord’s drink,
The voice here is forest-like.

The echo of this forest is unbroken in time,
An echo which has never cut short
Similar words, a forest, or a land of words,
That is a foreign country.

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03/03/2023

That I might chisel a statue, line on line,

   Out of a marble’s chaste severities!

   Angular, harsh; no softened curves to please;

Set tears within the eyes to make them shine,

And furrows on the brow, deep, stern, yet fine;

   Gaunt, awkward, tall; no courtier of ease;

   The trousers bulging at the bony knees;

Long nose, large mouth . . . But ah, the light divine

Of Truth, – the light that set a people free!—

   Burning upon it in a steady flame,

   As sunset fires a white peak on the sky . . .

Ah, God! To leave it nameless and yet see

   Men looking weep and bow themselves and cry—

   ‘Enough, enough! We know thy statue’s name!’

🌈 💻
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01/03/2023

The sun went away
The sky went black
Up came the wind
I fell on my back

It started to rain
I began to sink
Then I lifted my head
And took a drink

I perked myself up
And said "please don't cry"
And wiped off my petals
Until they were dry

The clouds soon parted
And out came the sun
The beauty in me
Has only begun.

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28/02/2023

In the bright yellow flowers
And the dark green leaves
I see your cheerful visage.
The sky seen through the
Openings cast a gloomy
Spell on my mind though.

The sweet fragrance of the
Fresh yellow flowers, arrives
Wafted by the cool breeze.
It reminds me of your aroma,
And body heat, which I only
Fancied but never basked in.
❤️ 💻life 🌼🔥☀️😍 ❤ 🌼🌼🌼 😀
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25/02/2023

The Daisy follows soft the Sun —
And when his golden walk is done —
Sits shyly at his feet —
He — waking — finds the flower there —
Wherefore — Marauder — art thou here?
Because, Sir, love is sweet!

We are the Flower — Thou the Sun!
Forgive us, if as days decline —
We nearer steal to Thee!
Enamored of the parting West —
The peace — the flight — the Amethyst —

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25/02/2023

The Daisy follows soft the Sun —
And when his golden walk is done —
Sits shyly at his feet —
He — waking — finds the flower there —
Wherefore — Marauder — art thou here?
Because, Sir, love is sweet!

We are the Flower — Thou the Sun!
Forgive us, if as days decline —
We nearer steal to Thee!
Enamored of the parting West —
The peace — the flight — the Amethyst —
🖥️🖱 🌻 💻
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24/02/2023

24/02/2023

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

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29/11/2022

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