Dec 5, 2008

From the Cord of Hope

Hope is agony,

yet we hope.

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We hope secretly

while hope publicly mocks us.

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Even denying hope,

I hope. And I resent it.

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Hope is the whip of Time

spurring us forward.

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And I seek to be a sage when young,

to recover youth's paradise when old,

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to be free by virtue of that illness, love,

and a captive of love when I'm free,

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to be eloquent when reticent

and reticent when pearls come in my speech.

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We all sow hope.

And after all our toil, hope is all we reap.

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Hope is a tightrope

on which we teeter above the sea of life

like acrobats

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Yet hope nibbles its own cord

as the seconds eat away their thread

Mikhail Nu'aymah

translated by Sharif S. Elmusa with Gregory Orfalea
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