Khalil Gibran
Khalil Gibran
Kahlil Gibranwas a Lebanese-American artist, poet, and writer of the New York Pen League...
NationalityLebanese
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth6 January 1883
CityBsharri, Lebanon
CountryLebanon
eye alive want
A word I want to see written on my grave: I am alive like you, and I am standing beside you. Close your eyes and look around, you will see me in front of you.
men blessing hymns
Men would bless you or curse you; The curse, a protest against failure, The blessing, a hymn of the hunter Who comes back from the hills With provision for his mate.
parenting yesterday bows-and-arrows
For life goes not backward, nor tarries with yesterday.
mean men court-judges
Your thought describes laws, courts, judges, punishments. Mine explains that when man makes a law, he either violates it or obeys it. If there is a basic law, we are all one before it. He who disdains the mean is himself mean. He who vaunts his scorn of the sinful vaunts his disdain of all humanity.
wisdom voice said
If aught I have said is truth, that truth shall reveal itself in a clearer voice, and in words more kin to your thoughts.
wise wisdom men
God has bestowed upon you intelligence and knowledge. Do not extinguish the lamp of Divine Grace and do not let the candle of wisdom die out in the darkness of lust and error. For a wise man approaches with his torch to light up the path of mankind.
men mute made
Only once have I been made mute. It was when a man asked me, 'Who are you?'
sometimes truth-is known
A truth is to be known always, to be uttered sometimes.
marriage wedding endless-sea
Love one another, but make not a bond of love...
truth spirit worship
Many are the places of worship, but few indeed are those who worship in Spirit and in truth.
art strong farewell
Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox, whose philosopher is a juggler, and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking. Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpetings, and farewells him with hootings, only to welcome another ruler with trumpetings again. Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years and whose strong men are yet in the cradle. Pity the nation divided into fragments, each fragment deeming itself a nation.
farewell eye kissing
We stood up and bade each other farewell, but love and despair stood between us like two ghosts, one stretching his wings with his fingers over our throats, one weeping and the other laughing hideously. As I took Selma's hand and put it to my lips, she came close to me and placed a kiss on my forehead, then dropped on the wooden bench. She shut her eyes and whispered softly, "Oh, Lord God, have mercy on me and mend my broken wings!
inspiration
Inspiration will always sing; inspiration will never explain.
wind littles bears
A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.