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IMG_1439The second edition of the Illustrated Omar Khayyam is available. No change in the contents nor in the quality. Only that I cut out Amazon.USA whom I found the worst specimens (whom I qualify as literary ghouls). They were selling my book for $71.71 and were denying my royalities.

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Happy Reading.

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For those who are interested here is a review of The Illustrated Omar Khayyam http://omariana.nl/the-illustrated-omar-khayyam/#comments

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Book- VI The Tavern

“In this goblet of wine tears of all dead

Come to surface each sad thought left unsaid:

Among knots of men I sit alone with drink

And memories sink to the depths like lead.”

Why do we drink wine from the grapes? Some drink to forget and some drink to excess and many drink to wind down after a day’s labor. Whatever be the reason we shall never cut ourselves from our connection with the earth. We are merely drinking what is distilled from the earth. In other words we are recycling the idea ‘from dust to dust and ashes to ashes’  where our physical bodies and grapes are things apart from ideas each thing  represents.

In the quatrain(page 169) I have caught the nature of movement from the symbol of a goblet. This goblet filled with wine is the sorrow of living: bereavement, ruined hopes and lives on drift. First two lines denote  tragedy of life in ‘tears’  like bubbles are coming to the fore. By drinking what do we achieve? Do we not blunt the keenness of reality?  These memories are drowned as the last lines make  clear.

Here is an alternative reading:

Much as I seek ‘mong living and the dead

Upwells from this bowl their sighs left unsaid:

Among knots of men I sit alone with drink

And memories sink to the depths like lead.”

Upwells denote revolving earth whereby sighs of men are brought to surface

which with drink we send to oblivion.

I love the poetic form of rubaiyyat for it allows me to state an idea in its rigid rhyme pattern. If the first two lines express an idea the last two lines can be rephrased to give the idea far greater punch. On rereading my collection of quatrains I am surprised that I managed it rather well.

The Tavern as the metaphor for the world.

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