The Cricket, after Hafiz
The cricket in my closet
called all night
to his Beloved.
How does one sleep
through such high
pitched prayer?
I awoke alone
in sweet exhaustion,
my Beloved everywhere.
2011
The cricket in my closet
called all night
to his Beloved.
How does one sleep
through such high
pitched prayer?
I awoke alone
in sweet exhaustion,
my Beloved everywhere.
2011