A Lover's Call Xxvii Poem by Kahlil Gibran

A Lover's Call Xxvii

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Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little
Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you
As infants look upon the breast of their mothers?

Or are you in your chamber where the shrine of
Virtue has been placed in your honor, and upon
Which you offer my heart and soul as sacrifice?

Or amongst the books, seeking human knowledge,
While you are replete with heavenly wisdom?

Oh companion of my soul, where are you? Are you
Praying in the temple? Or calling Nature in the
Field, haven of your dreams?

Are you in the huts of the poor, consoling the
Broken-hearted with the sweetness of your soul, and
Filling their hands with your bounty?

You are God's spirit everywhere;
You are stronger than the ages.

Do you have memory of the day we met, when the halo of
You spirit surrounded us, and the Angels of Love
Floated about, singing the praise of the soul's deed?

Do you recollect our sitting in the shade of the
Branches, sheltering ourselves from Humanity, as the ribs
Protect the divine secret of the heart from injury?

Remember you the trails and forest we walked, with hands
Joined, and our heads leaning against each other, as if
We were hiding ourselves within ourselves?

Recall you the hour I bade you farewell,
And the Maritime kiss you placed on my lips?
That kiss taught me that joining of lips in Love
Reveals heavenly secrets which the tongue cannot utter!

That kiss was introduction to a great sigh,
Like the Almighty's breath that turned earth into man.

That sigh led my way into the spiritual world,
Announcing the glory of my soul; and there
It shall perpetuate until again we meet.

I remember when you kissed me and kissed me,
With tears coursing your cheeks, and you said,
'Earthly bodies must often separate for earthly purpose,
And must live apart impelled by worldly intent.

'But the spirit remains joined safely in the hands of
Love, until death arrives and takes joined souls to God.

'Go, my beloved; Love has chosen you her delegate;
Over her, for she is Beauty who offers to her follower
The cup of the sweetness of life.
As for my own empty arms, your love shall remain my
Comforting groom; you memory, my Eternal wedding.'

Where are you now, my other self? Are you awake in
The silence of the night? Let the clean breeze convey
To you my heart's every beat and affection.

Are you fondling my face in your memory? That image
Is no longer my own, for Sorrow has dropped his
Shadow on my happy countenance of the past.

Sobs have withered my eyes which reflected your beauty
And dried my lips which you sweetened with kisses.

Where are you, my beloved? Do you hear my weeping
From beyond the ocean? Do you understand my need?
Do you know the greatness of my patience?

Is there any spirit in the air capable of conveying
To you the breath of this dying youth? Is there any
Secret communication between angels that will carry to
You my complaint?

Where are you, my beautiful star? The obscurity of life
Has cast me upon its bosom; sorrow has conquered me.

Sail your smile into the air; it will reach and enliven me!
Breathe your fragrance into the air; it will sustain me!

Where are you, me beloved?
Oh, how great is Love!
And how little am I!

A Lover's Call Xxvii
* Sunprincess * 18 November 2013

a beautiful dedication to his loved one who has passed away...astonishing!

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Sylva Portoian 26 May 2010

Gibran has a Strong Soul That jetted from east to west And will continue to jet To clear many clouds in the Western skies In spite being not his mother’s tongue. How about if your read His verses of His mother’s langue… That will keep you sharing his soulfulness With Him in his phrases, That He filled amazingly long before He left the Eastern paradise.

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Philip Jose 22 June 2011

i wish i could taste the sweetness of love, but from that festival of nectar, i'm an outcaste

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Mario Rios Pinot 17 September 2009

I hate to be the odd person out but I find Khalil a little too sweet.

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Tashi Tshering 14 August 2012

great.....love it...thank u for writing such a wonderful poem.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 30 October 2023

FIVE: Congrats to the family of the late great poet!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 30 October 2023

FOUR: Very grateful that he is my favourite poet and Poem Hunter and Team submit that today as The Classic Poem Of The Day.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 30 October 2023

THREE: The fact is that he misses her enormously and this poem is testimony to that. How sad I have become after reading this poem so far. That's a testament to what a poem can do to you, especially Khalil Gibran's love poem.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 30 October 2023

TWO: A great loss, but don't worry, he wrote long poems for her, even though she is with God in heaven. He doesn't know what she's doing, you can read from his questions.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 30 October 2023

ONE: He realizes how big love is and how small he is. He no longer has his loved one with him. His lover is dead, but he can still communicate with her (through his poems) .

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