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Late, by Myself

Late, by myself, in the boat of myself,
no light and no land anywhere,
cloudcover thick. I try to stay
just above the surface,
yet I'm already under
and living with the ocean

Notes

Excerpt from the translation of Rumi by Coleman Barks

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  • Nicolette
    October 21, 2005
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    So much said in so few words! Wonderful, metaphorical poetry...Rumi has always been one of my favourites!

    ~ Nicolette