Give Me The Flute Poem by Kahlil Gibran

Give Me The Flute

Rating: 4.4


Give me the flute, and sing
immortality lies in a song
and even after we've perished
the flute continues to lament
have you taken refuge in the woods
away from places like me
followed streams on their courses
and climbed up the rocks.
Did you ever bathe in a perfume
and dry yourself with a light
drink the dawn as wine
rarefied in goblets of ether
give me the flute then and sing
the best of prayer is song
and even when life perishes
the flute continues to lament
have you spent an evening
as I have done
among vines
where the golden candelabra
clusters hang down
did you sleep on the grass at night
and let space be your blanket
abstaining from all that will come
forgetful of all that has passed
give the flute then and sing
in singing is Justice for the heart
and even after every guilt
has perished
the flute continues to lament
give the flute and sing
forget illness and its cure
people are nothing but lines
which are scribbled on water.
They all are but the tunnels of moles,
threads in the spider's web.
For he who lives in weakness,
slowly he will die.
Forest is the abode of life,
and were the days
gathered in my hand,
there would i strew them,
but time it is that chooses
from my soul; whenever i long for
forest time bars my way woth excuse;
the fates have ways unaltering,
and men's aims are
beyond their impotent reach.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M Asim Nehal 13 November 2015

Forest is the abode of life, and were the days gathered in my hand, there would i strew them, but time it is that chooses

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Micheal Olaniyi 18 April 2019

I love this. this is real poetry

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Khairul Ahsan 18 April 2019

Yes, indeed this is real poetry!

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Bernard F. Asuncion 18 April 2019

One of the best poems by Khalil Gibran....

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Mirela Athanas 18 April 2019

Superb! Perfection in poetry.

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Paul Amrod 18 April 2020

An amazing genius form Lebanon who lived in Boston and New York and wrote as well fluent English. A Maronite like me and I feel every word he writes.

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Mahtab Bangalee 18 April 2020

be the life of song be the life of flute death must come there as life and you will be immortal

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Ramesh T A 18 April 2020

Nice philosophical poetry to reqd! This poetry id the flue of Poet that laments even after his life! Thanks for sharing yhis here!

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Dr Antony Theodore 18 April 2020

Forest is the abode of life, and were the days gathered in my hand, there would i strew them, but time it is that chooses from my soul; the great Gibran. tony

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Kumarmani Mahakul 18 April 2020

Brilliant poem composed by Khalil Gibran. Congratulations to his family.

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