This Miss Lou poem reminds me of one time when i moved elementary schools and on the first day had to leave the class because i was crying and my mum held me super tight and talked to the teacher about me and i felt a lot better. when we seek lovers, we often try to find the mother we wish we had, or try to change someone into the mother we needed.

Found a nice and relaxing poem to calm the anxiety this evening

5/5 another to use language. It is not that Rumi pulls down reason and sensuality in order to make way for the ephemeral in a forceful and purposeful manner, but rather that the ephemeral takes charge in its supremacy, its glory, and invites reason and sensuality alongside it to guide them towards itself.

4/5 Rumi. Barks says “elegance in language arrives in response” and where I think he should continue is that writing is a bridge between the sensual and the ephemeral. There is both an attachment to our contingent experience, our reason and our ephemeral experience that are tugging at one

3/5 accept it as both absurd and true. “I deserve nothing.” he continues. How can we reconcile this with the rest of the poem? Because that is what is ephemeral. Rumi is both expressing love with no object and for no reason in the formal sense and yet at the same time for the host which is love itself. There is both object and no object. There is both flowing music and static experience. “Today I recognize that I am the guest …” What? But for sixty years?... This is not how we must

2/5 toward me slowed or stopped.” We can take this as being rooted in time, but with the context Barks provides us we can understand that this flowing is continuous and boundless. It interests me how much a poem can depend on our understanding of its writer. Rumi is obviously quite succinct in a lot of his poems, and this leaves out a lot that we must infer from knowing him as a writer. Rumi also plays with contradiction, as he often does, to allow us to sit with it and

1/5 In Coleman Barks’ translation and commentary of Rumi Love Poems, he interjects with a passage in which he invites us to escape the sensual and enter the ephemeral to better process Rumi. The poem attached I chose to represent this, and look at how it accomplishes this. Rumi opens with a measure of time, and then immediately abandons it. “For sixty years I have been forgetful, every moment, but not for a second has this flowing

emily dickinson to keep me going through this #brilliant life i am #loving #laughing #living through #happy