Love Poems from Kahlil Gibran
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My Friend
am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear--a
care-woven
My friend,
Igarment that protects me from thy questionings and thee
from my negligence.
remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.
I would
The "I" in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and
therein it shal
lnot have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I
do--for my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and my
ould not have thee know that m
deeds thy own hopes in action.
When thou sayest, "The wind bloweth eastward," I say, "Aye it doth
blow eastward"; for I
wy mind doth
not dwell upon the wind but upon the sea.
Thou canst not understand my seafaring thoughts, nor would I have
k of the noontide that dances upon the hil
thee understand. I would be at sea alone.
When it is day with thee, my friend, it is night with me; yet even
then I spe
als and of
the purple shadow that steals its way across the valley; for thou
canst not hear the songs of my darkness nor see my wings beating
y Hell--even then
thou callest to me across the unbridgeable gulf
against the stars--and I fain would not have thee hear or see. I
would be with night alone.
When thou ascendest to thy Heaven I descend to
m, "My companion, my
comrade," and I call back to thee, "My comrade, my companion"--for
I would not have thee see my Hell. The flame would burn thy eyesight
and the smoke would crowd thy nostrils. And I love my Hell too
well to have thee visit it. I would be in Hell alone.
the madman
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