برخیز بتا بیا ز بهر دل ما حل کن به جمال خویشتن مشکل ما یک کوزه شراب تا به هم نوش کنیم زآن پیش که کوزهها کنند از گل ما ۔۔۔ چون عهده نمیشود کسی فردا را حالی خوش دار این دل پر سودا را می نوش به ماهتاب ای ماه که ماه بسیار بتابد و نیابد ما را ۔۔۔۔ قرآن که مهین کلام خوانند آن را گهگاه نه بر دوام خوانند آن را بر گرد پیاله آیتی هست مقیم کاندر همه جا مدام خوانند آن را ۔۔۔ گر می…
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از هوس چون شمعگر سر بر هوا برداشتم چون تامل شدگریبان نقش پا برداشتم زندگانی جز خجالت مایهٔ دیگر نداشت تر شدم چون اشک تا آب بقا برداشتم ناتوانی در دماغ غنچهام پرورده بود پایمال عطسه گشتم تا هوا برداشتم خواهشم آخر به زیر بار منت پیرکرد پیکرم خم شد زبس دست دعا برداشتم هرکجا رفتم غبار زندگی در پیش بود یارب این خاک پریشان از کجا برداشتم چون نهال از غفلت نشو و نمای من مپرس پای من تا رفت درگل سر ز جا برداشتم از پشیمانی کنون میبایدم…
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نمی دانم چہ منزل بود شب جائے کہ من بودم بہ ہر سو رقص بسمل بود شب جائے کہ من بودم پری پیکر نگارے سرو قدے لالہ رخسارے سراپا آفت دل بود شب جائے کہ من بودم رقیباں گوش بر آواز او در ناز و من ترساں سخن گفتن چہ مشکل بود شب جائے کہ من بودم خدا خود میر مجلس بود اندر لا مکاں خسرو محمدؐ شمع محفل بود شب جائے کہ من بودم مرا از آتش عشق تو دامن سوخت اے خسرو محمدؐ شمع محفل بود شب جائے…
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"I pray for your missing body” I pray for your missing body to be granted justice. For it to be granted a name. I pray I’ll have a place to go to cry. I pray for those who are good and for the others, because even if they have no heart, I do.
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FOR MY FRIENDS, IN REPLY TO A QUESTION I’m okay. And, of course, I’m not, but I go through the motions. I wake up to the alarm’s howl, even when the word in my body is no. I dress in livid colors. I blacken the hairs of each eyebrow. I bake & braise & pickle. I write & read & lose hours to the blur of the television. I sit for hours in the bath, my skin puckering. I don’t know if I’ll ever go home again. I don’t know who I’ve seen…
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LETTER TO THE FATHER Now that my lord more closely resembles a hunk of meat with two eyes turned toward the dark ceiling from the gurney where likely you will not die alone only because not even able to swallow your saliva yourself in the company of this tube alone that feeds you I ask myself if mother’s ban against confessing to my lord the amorous habits of my mucous membranes is still in place and if indeed you would love me the less you knew about how much rubbing…
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THE CHANCE OF YOU ASKING MY NAME IS DECLINING BY THE SECOND You can guarantee the police search your coat when you’ve got nothing to say. Set your face to dead calm staying silent, your unloaded arms by your sides. Being slammed to the ground can also be a way of satisfying certain physical needs. What I’ve stolen or been dealing, white or the colour of the pavement, well you tell me. What I share, which parts of me provide you with a whole,…
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A Brief History of Time – Stephen Hawking Chapter 1 – Our Picture of the Universe Chapter 2 – Space and Time Chapter 3 – The Expanding Universe Chapter 4 – The Uncertainty Principle Chapter 5 – Elementary Particles and the Forces of Nature Chapter 6 – Black Holes Chapter 7 – Black Holes Ain’t So Black Chapter 8 – The Origin and Fate of the Universe Chapter 9 – The Arrow of Time Chapter 10 – Wormholes and Time Travel Chapter 11 – The Unification of Physics Chapter 12…
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CONTENTS foreword 1 | what is language? 1 2 | what can we understand? 27 3 | what is the common good? 59 4 | the mysteries of nature how deeply hidden? 81 notes 129 index 147 …………………………………… FOREWORD Akeel Bilgrami t h i s b o o k p r e s e n t s a lifetime of refl ection by a scientist of language on the broader implications of his scientifi c work. The title of this volume, What Kind of Creatures Are We? , conveys just…
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I. The Burial of the Dead April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade, And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch. And when we were…
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