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A poem by Mary Baker Eddy

Art and poem by Wilfried Senoner: Fragility

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Never, never like today,

have I felt so tiny,

so small in nature,

among sand and little stones

by the river.

Small, low, weak

helpless human being

minuscule pile of bones and flesh.

Tiny form,

form with four limbs

alone in the sand

divided in two parts.

Just waiting for Winter to arrive….

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Snow makes whiteness where it falls,

all traces of a busy Summer washed away.

Dirt and trails just covered with the white powder.

It makes you forget what once was

and like every year it gives you strength for a new cause…

The great Iranian artist Sohrab Sepehri was born today!

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The great Iranian artist Sohrab Sepehri was born today!

Water by Sohrab Sepehri

We shouldn’t muddy the water.
A pigeon may drink it down the road

Or in a far away grove a starling may bathe
Or in the village, a jug may be filled.

We shouldn’t muddy the water.
This running water may feed a poplar and wash away sadness from a heavy heart.
A dervish may dip his dry bread in it.

A pretty woman may come to the river bank
We shouldn’t muddy the water
The beauty will be doubled.

What refreshing water!
What limpid river!

How pure the uptown people are
May their springs always boil and their cows always milk!
I have not seen their village.
But, no doubt, god walks along their wattles
The Moon, over there, lights the width of words
No doubt, uptown, the walls are short.
Their people know what a poppy is.
No doubt, over there, blue is blue.
The people know when a flower blooms.
What a village it would be!
May its garden alleys be filled with music!

The people from the head of the river know water.
They did not muddy it,
Neither should we.

Translated by Mahvash Shahegh