The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and men deserted the streets for their houses in search of warmth, while the north wind probed in contemplation of laying waste the gardens...
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in honor of that poet, whose writings had freed them Nice poem dear poet.
He gladly bade the cold earth farewell .Like crows crow at the crows caracass, that crowing in a chorus in a high pitch. Crow's intelligence is equal to that of a chimp.Poets of the world, unite. World will lose its deep slumber. World will be shaken from its apathy and insouciance.
no one at his death save the oil lamp. We need United Nations Poets Fund. Every country should pass legislation listing poets and collecting their poems, marketing their poems, of registered/licensed poets, We should conduct Poetry selection commission to make people write examination only on poetry.we should declare poets pension scheme.Poetry has saved the world from disaster, society from going for nihilism and anarchy.Poets should acquire power and save all good work done so far.
Another of Gibran's literary genius... exhibited in the excellence of his composition and complete in its melancholic splendor.
A poet's death is his life.How beautifully composed. The poet could not get the recognition, honour and love that were his rightful claims in his life time.What he did not get in his life time was achieved after his death. Truly a poet outlives his death.
Superb poem, very close to the realities, no one can deny this one...
this poet earns my highest praise's. this man has wisdom of which one would think. it took a thousand years to gain. an exceedingly deep wisdom. his works amaze and inspire me to no end. i am sure many stand in awe to his ability to paint a picture with his words.
........this is truly a masterpiece....Khalil Gibran has quickly become one of my favourite poets.... truly enjoyed this one...
Oh! This is most magnificent! Wonderful! Such a genius poetical prose about the death of a poet... How it speaks to me...! I see in this text the idea that a poet while alive, is treated harshly by the existence and looked down upon by his contemporaries - but when he dies, it is only then when he is celebrated and his work is finally appreciated - and so, he yearns to be dead so that his purpose of illuminating the humanity could be fulfilled - and after all, death is the only friend awaiting him faithfully and lovingly, welcoming... Such a wisdom, such a beauty! Khalil Gibran was a genius, indeed. He is a genius.: -) Is - not was, because ''poets' death is their life''... Oh, indeed, it is...: -)
This is beautiful. A life at the precipice of death. A performance of a poet.
For me this is a writing about the Lord and his host, but most of all about Jesus Christ..anyone out there who knows the painter Colin F. Christ from Kingston Jamaica would get a special message. Khalil Gibran, your writings are best sellers next o the Holy Bible one is pros/poetry/philosophy etc. chemistry/knowledge..the other poetry agian. Thank God the Almighty he made you for the world everlasting...
It touched my heart, oh beyond soul, only poet can appeal death beautifully, it's so poetic it's so beautiful, feeling death is the death of poet. Gibran is really a wonderful creative genius and ability of portraying feeling in an artistic way.
this poem is wonderful.Gibran was a genius and I love his works-he gives a completely new understanding of what it is to be a poet.
I have seen the eyes of this poet who held my hand and I held on to his until his last breath and he let go