I wish there were a place to rest
or that this long, long road would end;
and that a hundred thousand years
from now, there were a hope that from
the earth we’d bloom to breathe again.
Translated by Juan Cole
from Omar Khayyam’s Rubaiyat, [pdf] Whinfield 442
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I come here for the political and social commentary, but I love the poetry. It’s wonderful balance for the news, which is often not good.
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oh, the earth will be here
we’re the ones that won’t
if we continue
with this nonsense
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