without my sadness the songbirds are only a forest of beaks

Poem by Taha Muhammad Ali (29.IV.1984) in So What: New and Selected Poems, 1971-2005. The Falcon   1 If ever, sadness, it might be in my power to free myself from you one day, then I would feel, decidedly, the suicide’s delight as he’s freed from all responsibility! And imagine that I were suddenly releasedContinue reading “without my sadness the songbirds are only a forest of beaks”

watch over your own deceitfulness

Above all, avoid falsehood, every kind of falsehood, especially falseness to yourself. Watch over your own deceitfulness and look into it every hour, every minute. Avoid being scornful, both to others and to yourself. What seems to you bad within you will grow purer from the very fact of your observing it in yourself. AvoidContinue reading “watch over your own deceitfulness”