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Episode One Hundred Ninety Five, Cupping My Hands Like a Mountain Valley




This is, I believe, the longest poem in the book, The Gift. I don't know. I'm reading the book as I record it. It is long, epic and transcendent. This poem clocks in at eleven minutes, sixteen seconds and I think this must be one of Hafiz' songs because it circles from beginning to end. I am used to smaller runes. This one was a real dose and made me a bit giddy.


Like the way


The valleys of the earth


Cup their hands for light and drink,



Like


The way


The desert opens up his sweet mouth


And laughs



When someone melts pearls in the sky



And rain, rain


Returns like a divine lover


With a thousand wonderful


Gifts,


It is epic and swoon-worthy. There is nothing more to say but thank you for listening.



Music: One epic sharing deserves another. The Royal Conservatory of Music performing the classic, Scheherazade by Rimsky-Korsakov




The original post in this series of poems by Hafiz (including an addendum regarding the authenticity of these poems) can be found here. Also, my thoughts on this series a year into these poems, HERE.


The Gift: Poems by Hafiz and translated by Daniel Ladinsky can be purchased here.


My book can be purchased HERE. E-book HERE. The Season Two blogcasts with audio excerpts from my book begin HERE: in Behind The Lines. This reading of the book excerpts in a mixed media format is Season Two of this blog. These recorded excerpts are outside the chronological order in which the book was written. Podcasts with audio only beginning with episode 22 can be found HERE.




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