A Reverie - Poem by Ali AlMajnooni
Alone with myself once I withdrew
In a corner with my head between hands,
And on fair reveries wings I flew
To find no traces over virgin lands.
Human beings I saw none
Yet animals could run
Startled hearing queer humanly commands.
Amazed and curious I did march,
Soggy its soil was and green-carpeted
Over which standing in trees did arch
And golden sunny beams were permitted
To spot the pretty ground
Where they descend around
Those paths never be trodden and pitted.
An azure screen was folding the sky
That was loaded by heavy clouds floating
Enough for vigorous heavens’ eye
To appear and hide at times amusing
Long queues of joyful birds
White but black-necked in herds
To delight the pure air they are sweeping.
Healthy cattle graze their own meadows
Never to raise their bent heads peacefully,
And so brave to disperse those shadows
Is heard no voice except of doves that flee
From fountain to fountain,
And from hill to mountain,
Singing music of love – tone of jolly!
There stood a bee on every flower
Sucking the sweet nectar of the green lawn,
Not worried about worms to devour
The succulent stalks reeling at the tone,
Made by a merry buzz
Every happy bee does
To waken leaves numbed by the dew of dawn.
And full-ripened fruits, loading their boughs,
Find no hand to shake them and let them fall
On the smoothy flowing brooks that drowse
By their quiet gurgle every beating soul.
While small happy weeds play
With that blossoms of May,
Colored in red, white, yellow, pink and all.
So I reached out widely my two arms
Toward those flowers to pick some for me.
But suddenly a force with no harms
Held my desire: I was amazed to see
Both my arms retreating,
And I was returning
Into the world in where I used to be.
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