The Grass is Black/The Air is Pink

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‘The Blocked Road’ by Rumi

I wish I knew what you wanted.
You block the road and won’t give me rest.
You pull my lead-rope one way, then the other.
You act cold, my darling!

Will this night of talking ever end?
Why am I still embarrassed and timid about you?
You are thousands. Your are one.
Quiet, but articulate.

Your name is Spring.
Your name is wine.
Your name is nausea
that comes from wine!

You are my doubting
and the lightpoints
in my eyes.

You are every image, and yet
I’m homesick for you.

Can I get there?
Where the deer pounces on the lion,
where the one I’m after’s
after me?

This drum and these words keep pounding!
Let them both smash through their coverings
into silence.

FYI: My fave line in this poem are “You are thousands. You are one.” (I might start paying strangers on the street to say this to me so I can feel special…;)

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