Verses From the Heart...'oops'...

Like others before me, my mind sometimes is devoid of a subject of personal worth about which to pen, so, being a student as well as teacher, I opt to follow the example of another and offer to you, instead, verses which I admire and some, revere.

These verses are, in my humble opinion, the finest things to come out of Persia.(Iran)

Excerpts From the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

A BOOK of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness—
O, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

Methinks I may have erred, as weird and strange (and unbelievable) as that may seem. I should have added information pertinent to the enjoyment and understanding of Omars' writings.

First, Omar was a tent maker, a scientist and a poet as well as a man who fully and wholly enjoyed the juice of the grape. His favorite exercise seemed to be bending his elbow at the public watering hole and then, talking and writing about it.

I think that information of the man, Omar, will suffice for now.

I have decided, mainly because the Rubaiyat is one of my favorite pieces of literature, to insert a Quatrain (verse) or two into each daily (or whenever) post instead of posting the entire missile. A friend of mine in the bog does this with a cartoon and it seems not to take away from the impact of his astute observations. I will use my own book, the fifth edition of the translation of the Rubaiyat by Edward Fitzgerald from which to extract Quatrains.

Beginning, I have inserted my most favorite Quatrain of the lot. Now I will start the rest off right with the first Quatrain:

Wake! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flight
The Stars before him from the Field of Night,
Drives Night along with them from Heav'n, and strikes
The Sultán's Turret with a Shaft of Light...

Later...