IT FELT LOVE - Hafiz – Translated by Daniel Ladinsky

How
Did the rose
Ever open its heart

And give to this world
All its
Beauty?

It felt the encouragement of light
Against its
Being,

Otherwise,
We all remain
Too
Frightened.

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The power was back on, finally, and the house was toasty warm.  We had moved the bed back away from the fireplace, I don’t remember if we still had a fire.  I was tired of fires, and it still seemed strange to have fires in the North room; the fireplace there wasn’t one that we used while I was growing up.

When I was little, the North Room was where the television was, and a sort of divan bed where my Great-Aunt Berry spent much of her time when she was down from Maine for the winter.  I don’t remember if she watched television, mainly she played endless games of solitaire with miniature cards, and did crossword puzzles too.  And she rolled her own cigarettes, and took her dog for walks, and always had her special package of bologna in the refrigerator, and bottle of gin in her bedroom.

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