Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing

From the twisted vine
a shroud made of tender leaves
washed in the grape’s blood
Copyright©2017
Linda Lee Lyberg
Here is the quatrain from The Rubaiyat:
Ah, with the Grape my fading Life provide,
And wash my Body whence the life has died,
And in a Winding Sheet of Vine Leaf wrapt,
So bury me by some sweet Gardenside.
© Omar Khayyam (Tr. FitzGerald)
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