August 19, 2004

A bygone ethic

Posted by Curt at 01:59 PM in Literature | TrackBack

The Sultan of the Empty Quarter

When the first drops of rain began to fall
My regrets went marching off, two by two,
For a philsopher in a drizzle
Becomes a madman in a downpour,
And when his hands have become slicked
With soot and mud and high plains grass,
Who could contradict his softly stated longing,
And who would close the door on his imploring?
--Arseny Solokhovsky