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Editor/publisher: the nom d'web. Retired from the Department of English and Technical Communication. At Missouri University of Science and Technology. After over 40 years on the faculty and three and a half as chair of the department. Associate Editor: Steffen Horstmann has been contributing ghazals to The Ghazal Page since 2007. He continues to be inspired by the growing number of poets publishing fine ghazals in English. Steffen's book of ghazals Jalsaghar. Is a poet and translator, living in Tashkent, .

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ghazalville: My planet does not hang suspended in your fear

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Friday, July 2, 2010. My planet does not hang suspended in your fear. My planet does not hang suspended in your fear. It spins in spontaneous orbit, always here. Two pigeons sitting too stilly against the sky. Words: nothing measuring something terribly near. The uselessness of ever asking what you mean. Is trumped by my always being hopelessly clear. I was wholly there, standing now in the song’s midst. How passed not the notes through one, out the other, ear? Only the matter, the wax itself is sincere.

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ghazalville: See, your beauty is being recorded for all

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Saturday, August 21, 2010. See, your beauty is being recorded for all. See, your beauty is being recorded for all. Eternity through these eyes, to be seen by all. Give up the search for by finding now every goal,. Circumambulate the pointless true pole of all. A real word springs new from perfect disagreement,. Maintains silence over the muted sounds of all. The divine comedy is still being written. On the parchment of time-space stretched over all. Our insanity reaches with ease to the stars,.

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ghazalville: Ibn Arabi's Tarjuman Al-Ashwaq (Interpreter of Desires)

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Thursday, July 1, 2010. Ibn Arabi's Tarjuman Al-Ashwaq (Interpreter of Desires). Posted by Nicola Masciandaro. Thank u. i am reading this book because of u. God bless u. July 31, 2011 at 6:16 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Sing the ghazal beautiful, delightful, full of burning (passion): / For joy-giving is thy verse, and life-increasing—O Hafiz! Hafiz, The Divan. Tr H Wilberforce Clarke, Ode 343, couplet 9). Here, there is nothing to which one does not belon. Don't Muzzle the Ghazal.

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ghazalville: Ghazal

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Saturday, October 9, 2010. Rumi became a sage for us. Ghalib's ghazals revealed an age to us. It was a poem written with moonlight,. Deftly inscribed on a pond's page for us. We were heirs to a kingdom of dust. You foretold wars the world would wage for us. Banished to the desert without water,. The storms you summoned would rage for us. In a dream we were birds perched on a branch. Shadows built in the trees a cage for us. You are composed now completely of light. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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ghazalville: I will face the weight of an infinite elsewhere

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Saturday, July 10, 2010. I will face the weight of an infinite elsewhere. I will face the weight of an infinite elsewhere,. Lift the veil of all knowing that was never there. Not seeing anyone is so hard. Is this it? Signs pointing to answers are posted everywhere. When memory gathers into a storm of love. What the birds symbolize is scattered here and there. Too deep is this sleeping, aeonic and glacial. At this rate one may wake up almost anywhere. There is, near the absolute bottom of your heart,.

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ghazalville: Here, there is nothing to which one does not belong

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Monday, July 12, 2010. Here, there is nothing to which one does not belong. Here, there is nothing to which one does not belong,. Above all the nothing where everything belongs. I am lost, and way more so for being with you,. More I, more am, more lost along a way too long. Unfathomable colors of a comet’s tail. Neither trail nor lead this dreaming coma along. Our infinitesimal camera will photograph. Infinity. The shot does not take very long. Than time’s own slowness nothing is more sudden,. How to Wri...

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ghazalville: Ghazal of the Beloved

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010. Ghazal of the Beloved. How often had he walked. Beneath summer and the sky. To receive her shadow in his mind.". With what blessing does God grace the Beloved? By what star's course may we trace the Beloved? What site- divine sepulchre or holy tomb-. May we honor, call the place of the Beloved? Voice preserved in the ear, image in the mind. From memory will Time erase the Beloved? Who sought her exile from the world,. Banished from mirrors the face of the Beloved? Awesome Inc&#4...

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ghazalville: Monads are meeting, only in bewilderment

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Saturday, July 10, 2010. Monads are meeting, only in bewilderment. Monads are meeting, only in bewilderment,. Conversing in long spirals of bewilderment. Life, ambivalently overrated deathtrap,. Is stupendously nothing sans bewilderment. Hold to my standard just those whose standard I hold,. Or lose my sole consolation: bewilderment. Eking out existence is our actual state. Slow breath abysmally down to bewilderment. Time, time, time is forever arriving at this:. Never repetition, newer bewilderment.