Naveed Khalid


Bon Appétit - Poem by Naveed Khalid

Then, forsworn of such thought that happy I
of virtuous pen born,
ere in the morning dew her eyes be wet;
a broccoli beneath the bed of crimson joy,
of cowslip her parted hair, my age-old love,
above a funeral pyre, of snow-capped myrtle,
full glorious sun of our common affairs
takes pride in the mellowing year of spring:
e'ery fig leaf in autumn wind with pen-pricked angels,
more temperate than darling buds of may ere thine unweird eyen;
that crow's quill to whom this world hath rent,
full ripe gourd of some hazel nuts in my account,
where squirrels make hoards in haystack of woods,
oft on clover-tops but hangs a golden bow,
that star-lit night in the backyard of my garden,
I could see some shadow fell at sunset of the evening sky.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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Date Created: Friday, September 11,2015 12: 10: 37 PM

*Holderin's flower (de Man 2-6) 297? stands on itself and arises, so to say, from nothing which is not a flower, but a word, however tricked out as would-be primal poetry, takes its origin from other words.

Topic(s) of this poem: happy

Form: Ars Poetica


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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 11, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, September 11, 2015


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