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     | Unrecorded Date When my sorrow was born I nursed it with care, and watched over it with loving tenderness. And my Sorrow grew like all living things, strong and beautiful and full of wondrous delights. And we loved one another, my Sorrow and I, and we loved the world about us; for Sorrow had a kindly heart and mine was kindly with Sorrow. And when we conversed, my Sorrow and I, our days were winged and our nights were girdled with dreams; for Sorrow had an eloquent tongue, and mine was eloquent with Sorrow. And when we sang together, my Sorrow and I, our neighbors sat at their windows and listenend; for our songs were deep as the sea and our melodies were full of strange memories. And when we walked together, my Sorrow and I, people gazed at us with gentle eyes and whispered in words of exceeding sweetness. And there were those who looked with envy upon us, for Sorrow was a noble thing and I was proud with Sorrow. But my Sorrow died, like all living things, and alone I am left to muse and ponder. And now when I speak my words fall heavily upon my ears. And when I sing my songs my neighbours come not to listen. And when I walk the streets no one looks at me. Only in my sleep I hear voices saying in pity, "See, there lies the man whose Sorrow is dead." by Kahlil Gibran
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| | Unrecorded Date AND WHEN MY JOY WAS BORN And when my joy was born I held it in my arms and stood on the house-top shouting, "Come ye, my neighbours, come and see, for Joy this day is born unto me. Come and behold this gladsome thing that laugheth in the sun." But none of my neighbours came to look upon my Joy, and great was my astonishment. And every day for seven moons I proclaimed my Joy from the house-top -- and yet no one heeded me. And my Joy and I were alone, unsought and unvisited. Then my Joy grew pale and weary because no other heart but mine held its loveliness and no other lips kissed its lips. Then my Joy died of isolation. And now I only remember my dead Joy in remembering my dead Sorrow. But memory is an autumn leaf that murmurs in the wind and then is heard no more. by Kahlil Gibran from "Madman"
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| | Unrecorded Date What's Da point of copying some body else's sh*itt come-up with your own shi*it...Ya freak....
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| | Unrecorded Date YO MADMAC; U BETTER STOP PREACHING UR CORRUPTED PHILOSOPHY HERE. KHALIL
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| | Unrecorded Date Just a note: It's not called "COPYING" if you already aknowledge the writings are not that of your own.
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| | Unrecorded Date Anonymous: Be original that's all we're saying!!!
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| | Unrecorded Date Opsodos and Clevelander: Leave the brother alone and just try to appreciate these splendid verses that he has brought to your attention. He has quite clearly acknowledged the source so he is not plagiarizing. As to your other point about presenting original work all I can say is that there are enough untalented hacks inflicting their awful and sterile works while eminently superior literature from past masters languishes from respecful neglect. It so happens that Kahlil Gibran was a Lebanese poet of rare talent as amply demonstrated by the exquisitely sublime poems written above and it would indeed be a man of monumental talent to produce poems of comparable cognitive originality. I should know because I dabble in Somali verse-making and am always humbled by the originality, cognitive acuity, exuberance, power and invention of the revered old masters of Somali verse. Unless you are very talented or can be satisfied with wretched doggerel, you will surely despair quickly and give up the ghost. Sometimes being a devoted and educated reader is the best option. So one and all and dig up the old masterpieces and do some solitary reading.
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| | Unrecorded Date Anonymous, thanks for sharing. Have you read any of Rumi's poetry? I think you will like it.
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| | Unrecorded Date Xaali.....is that you...?how can you abandon us like that..? we haven't had no coffee for a while what's happe...?...seems like you lost the keys to your appartment...need a ride.. ?btw the rest of the gang are M.I.A too. Later..
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| | Unrecorded Date Thanks for the words of wisdom anonymous. I am a student of literature and have read many of Gibrans works. I strongly urge people to read his most famous work called "The Prophet". Also, the two peoms listed above were from "The Madman". Both of these works can be found in the following URLs. I'm glad to see there are educated brothers out there who are willing to expand their horizons and grow spiritually. http://www.cc.columbia.edu/~gm84/gibtable.html http://leb.net/gibran/madman/madman.html
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| | Unrecorded Date KHALIL; i would really appreciate if many of you guys know what you are digging up-- kahlil Gibron and his philosophy. Yeah,of course, for sure kahlil is poet yet kahlil has his world to live. it is another world of its own where believes turned to be athiesm. so you better watch out it. It is MAD MAC's religion is at work here. just "reminder" from avid reader. khalil
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| | Unrecorded Date Thanks Anon and Yusef. I am a fan of Khalil.
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| | Tuesday, July 11, 2000 - 04:10 am xoogsade, Do you always exube vocabulary perefial acts of bravado in the forrums?Do you?
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