Poetry

Soooooooooooo I definitely don't consider myself an "intellectual" person by any means...I have delusions of grandeur that someday not only will I read the classics, but I will like them; that I will not only read Shakespeare, but understand him; and that I will love poetry the way so many others do. I want to be an intellectual when it comes to literature, but I am not. Oh well!

Today I was on twitter and someone had retweeted something from someone, you know how it goes. I went on a search to find the original tweet, and then the original blog, and then the original poem of what I'm about to share with you. I loved these words so much when I read them, I literally got excited about them (and I rarely get excited about poetry...a good novel, yes...poetry, notosmuch...unless it's from my friend).

So. Here's what I found...

From the poem "Some Fill With Each Good Rain" by 14th century Persian poet Hafez (also could be spelled Hafiz)...

Your love
Should never be offered to the mouth of a stranger, 
Only to someone who has the valor and daring 
To cut pieces of their soul off with a knife
Then weave them into a blanket
To protect you.

Wow. I loved this. The entire poem was good, but this, to me, was absolutely brilliant and amazing.

Who knew I was down with the 14th century Persian poets?!? I feel like such an...intellectual ;)