Thursday, February 15, 2018
These Honey Drops
These Honey Drops
Kabir, Kabir,
when I read your poems
I melt into the earth.
Or if I stay upright,
a certain sun lights
all my pores
and I become a vague outline
of Desire.
Tell me, who sends you
these sweetmeats
made of words. . .
who places these honey drops
on your tongue?
All I want
is more.
Dorothy Walters
February 12, 2018
Note: Andrew Harvey has just finished a brilliant translation of the poems of Kabir, the renowned poet/sant of early India (15th century). I find them totally intoxicating. I will let you know when they are published.
(picture from internet)
