Moon burns clear all the dark night
Do that yourself,
and a spring will rise like the tide, in the dark,
with water your deepest thirst
is made for."
when I asked to make sure, Anna fessed that she had turned star to moon, added tide ... :-)
Robert Duncan had a lot to say about the beauty of borrowings, and transformations and the "communon of poets", so in that spirit!
Labels: Poems, Poetry, Rumi