Throwing Shapes | Record Club
- Various
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A MUSIC SENTENCE
A poet now, instead of me, writes a poem on the willow of distant wind. So why does a rose in the wall wear new petals?
A boy now, instead of us, sets a dove flying high toward the cloud ceiling. So why does the forest shed all this snow around a smile?
A bird now, instead of us, carries a letter from the land of the gazelle to the blue. So why does the hunter enter the scene and fling his arrow?
A man now, instead of us, washes the moon and walks over the river's crystal. So why does color fall on the earth and we are naked like trees?
A lover now, instead of me, sweeps his love into the mire of bottomless springs. So why does the cypress stand here like a watchman at the garden gate?
A horseman now, instead of me, stops his horse and dozes under the shadow of a holm oak. So why do the dead flock to us out of wall and closet?
MAHMOUD DARWI SH- IF I WERE ANOTHER