This is a small poetry club that started as a poetry email exchange between two friends. Our goal is to read a poem everyday, and this blog is one way to help keep us accountable. There is only one valid rule in poetry club: there are no rules in poetry club. Read any poem, in any order, with any or no interactions. You decide. We only suggest you read poetry!
2 Nov: "In your light..." by Rumi
In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.
On inspiration, the Cinderalla dilemma. Do we love someone because they inspire us, or are we able to see these lights of beauty inside others because were first know how to love them? I suppose both. Initial attractions are far more strong when someone makes us feel good about ourselves...then we give them a chance besides just the aesthetic pleasure of chance. As you know sometime more, the energy changes, deepens, if you let it....and the dancing inside the chest stuff can then occur.
Not always, but I suppose that is what keeps it special, for "sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art." Gotta keep them guessing...:)
I wonder if the Arab culture of Rumi's time prohibited women being seen in public or by men other than your family?
Is the "you" from the poem kept away? Are they meeting secretly? Is the narrator a peeping tom????
Also I cannot shake this being a poem to God. God is the light, the beauty is all his creation. Narrator feels god in their chest. And sees God sometimes? God teaches how to love and that produces the arts?
On inspiration, the Cinderalla dilemma. Do we love someone because they inspire us, or are we able to see these lights of beauty inside others because were first know how to love them? I suppose both.
ReplyDeleteInitial attractions are far more strong when someone makes us feel good about ourselves...then we give them a chance besides just the aesthetic pleasure of chance. As you know sometime more, the energy changes, deepens, if you let it....and the dancing inside the chest stuff can then occur.
Not always, but I suppose that is what keeps it special, for "sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art." Gotta keep them guessing...:)
I wonder if the Arab culture of Rumi's time prohibited women being seen in public or by men other than your family?
ReplyDeleteIs the "you" from the poem kept away? Are they meeting secretly? Is the narrator a peeping tom????
Also I cannot shake this being a poem to God. God is the light, the beauty is all his creation. Narrator feels god in their chest. And sees God sometimes? God teaches how to love and that produces the arts?