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Secret Knowledge.
I. The water cold, granting lungfuls of air,Borrows mother’s warmthIn its undulas.And in its level does itRaise all fairGrains:Sand grains — low onto yon field of brass. II. Sight ill directed,Along the smooth curvesImpressed on memory. Nay,Mammary,Nay, recollections,Long gone; yet stillServes nervous purposes —PreservatoryOf that quality, whereinThe sclera,That whiteness of the eyesIs captured full.To displaced…
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Ege’nin Meyveleri.
On Ege, the curtain withdraws.Lo: the dramatis personiThey bow, with fruits in hand. ApplauseEchoes from mounds, is dampe’ed by sea.Tarkan, Emel, Selcen, Lena,And Bar’ş bow. Mist cloaks Aegina.Bariş emerges from back of stage,Fore papered dağs and blue-lit skies.He pulls, in good post perch, a page,And guerdons crowd with moral prize.The barking dog and twitt’ring birdWhose…
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Dancing to the Beats of a Wave.
I. Some speculate that the Earth is still,While the sun circumscribes the horizon.Others, in the plurimos molecular configurationsOf water see rotations and vibrations, andShort, jagged displacements of the bumbling bee’s navigation.And the water moves to and fro in its silence.The world — or at least everything in it —Is in a constant state of dance.The…
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The Lost Aegean Droplet.
Water is the first of philosophers, travelingThrough one vessel to another, recreatingItself in the form of man. And one man upon anotherIn the game of checkers, or that of Simon,Wherein we copy and heed that word, expelledFrom the mouth of a confident boy, learning to trustItself for the first time; It is peculiar how powerfulAn…
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Medica Laeta
Pour, life, your emerald vial,Sift within all the pill-drops, thenHold men ten, and ten for trialAnd see which one wakes up again.On darkened night, eyes lay their lidsAnd in dreams let the fevered rest.Medica laeta by me bidsAnd I in loft her conscience test.In rabid claw, syringe impartsTo strains of lead the end of days.Not…
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To An Iris: A Sonnet.
Quanto minus spei est tanto magis amo. Terence (Eunuchus, I. 1053) Iris, your vague quality draws me near,Thus, Scrutiny calls from the sun-kissed patchAnd finds in you, at least at last, what’s dear,Which, though armed with blades of sight, fails the catch.Iris, none are surprised that your allureHeld me taut, and with mechanical grasp.Suppose then…
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The Touch of the Physician.
ἡμῖν δὲ ἀποδεικτέον αὖ τοὐναντίον, ὡς ἐπ᾽ εὐτυχίᾳ τῇ μεγίστῃ παρὰ θεῶν ἡ τοιαύτη μανία δίδοται. Plato (Phaedrus) The wand of balance tips the scaleWhere man is wont to walk between.Eudemian norms may guide the ailAnd rest us all in pastures green.The mount is hard when low we scale,Yet will those meek in laughter loath.The…
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In Remembrance.
Memories have becomeMy enemy,As I wander, lame,In the greying fields.And though the sight of tulips I endured,Straight a pace, I kept,Lost in the gardens.Where I was found,Another man was thereGazing at the crowd: Of myself,Thousands.Each of themTaking their chances alone;Each in his own separate affairs.The white lily budsBloomAcrid flowers.Where onceJoy I found in the encounters,I…
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الفساد والإصلاح في السياسة.
إذا أردت أن تساعد الناس، فقل لهم الحقيقة. أما لو أردت أن تساعد نفسك، فقل لهم ما يودون سماعه. توماس سول. المدخل: لا يخلو أي مجتمع في العالم من المشاكل، ولكل مجتمع مشاكله الخاصة التي يتفرد بها. ولكن أغلب مشاكل أي مجتمع هي مشاكل عالمية تعاني منها كل مجتمعات، لأنها متجذرة في طبيعة الإنسان. فتعاني…
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الحياة الخاصة للأفراد من فئة غير محددي الجنسية
“يمكن كل واحد بهالعالم خايف من كل واحد غيره.”. جون ستاينبك، عن الفئران والرجال المقدمة: هناك تصور عام يشاركه الكثير من الأفراد حول العالم عن اختلاف النتائج الاجتماعية الناتجة عن توظيف فئة معينة من المجتمع دون أخرى على المجتمع ككل. توظيف الكويتيين في الكويت يأخذ الأسبقية على توظيف السعوديين في الكويت، وربما توظيف السعوديين…
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