Poetry Plus – Song of the Flower XXXIII – A poem by Khalil Gibran

Song of the Flower XXIII by Khalil Gibran

Morning’s Flowers Sing

Morning’s flowers sing
The sweet love songs of my heart
Borne upon the breeze

Khalil Gibran (1883 -1931), Lebanese-American philosophical essayist, novelist, poet, and artist.

Khalil Gibran considered himself to be mainly a painter, lived most of his life in the United States, and wrote his best-known works in English, Kahlil Gibran was the key figure in a Romantic movement that transformed Arabic literature in the first half of the twentieth century.

Gibran’s simple and direct style was a revelation and an inspiration. His themes of alienation, disruption, and lost rural beauty and security in a modernizing world also resonated with the experiences of his readers.

He quickly found admirers and imitators among Arabic writers, and his reputation as a central figure of Arabic literary modernism has never been challenged.

Poem Attribution © Khalil Gibran, Song of the Flower XXIII

Source Attribution  https://allpoetry.com/Song-Of-The-Flower——XXIII

Senryū Attribution Goff James, Morning’s Flowers Sing

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Song Of The Flower XXIII by Khalil Gibran

I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth; I was
Reared in the lap of Summer and I
Slept in the bed of Autumn.

At dawn I unite with the breeze
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.

The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.

As I embrace Slumber the eyes of
Night watch over me, and as I
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is
The only eye of the day.

I drink dew for wine, and hearken to
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.

I am the lover’s gift; I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

But I look up high to see only the light,
And never look down to see my shadow.
This is wisdom which man must learn.

Painting Attribution © Yvonne Coomber, Sweet Love Songs of My Heart, (Date Unstated)

Source Attribution https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-Sweet-Love-Songs-of-My-Heart/659857/4164629/view

Bio Reference Attribution https://www.britannica.com/biography/Khalil-Gibran & https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/kahlil-gibran


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