Saturday, June 19, 2004

Poem for Saturday


From Gitanjali
By Rabindranath Tagore


The night is nearly spent waiting for him in vain. I fear lest in the morning he suddenly come to my door when I have fallen asleep wearied out. Oh friends, leave the way open to him---forbid him not.

If the sounds of his steps does not wake me, do not try to rouse me, I pray. I wish not to be called from my sleep by the clamorous choir of birds, by the riot of wind at the festival of morning light. Let me sleep undisturbed even if my lord comes of a sudden to my door.

Ah, my sleep, precious sleep, which only waits for his touch to vanish. Ah, my closed eyes that would open their lids only to the light of his smile when he stands before me like a dream emerging from darkness of sleep.

Let him appear before my sight as the first of all lights and all forms. The first thrill of joy to my awakened soul let it come from his glance. And let my return to myself be immediate return to him.

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Am rushing to my son's end-of-season Little League picnic and then to the Alexandria Waterfront Festival to see tall ships, so have no time to answer comments from earlier, but I offer squee in exchange:

Courtesy by way of , Harry Potter men kissing men. Thewlis (and DiCaprio) in Total Eclipse, Oldman in Prick Up Your Ears, and Rickman in Dark Harbor. Please thank her for providing this lusciousness. (Jason Isaacs boy-kissing, anyone? Please?)

Kim sent me a lovely drawing of Guy Pearce. It's on her page. I shall be gone till tonight -- we are hoping to get to Bilbo Baggins restaurant early enough to get a table upstairs in the Hobbit room after the tall ships, though we'll see how tired we all are!

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