Faiz Ahmed Faiz, 'A Prison Evening'

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A Prison Evening

Each star a rung,
night comes down the spiral
staircase of the evening.
The breeze passes by so very close
as if someone just happened to speak of love.
In the courtyard,
the trees are absorbed refugees
embroidering maps of return on the sky.
On the roof,
the moon - lovingly, generously -
is turning the stars
into a dust of sheen.
From every corner, dark-green shadows,
in ripples, come towards me.
At any moment they may break over me,
like the waves of pain each time I remember
this separation from my lover.

This thought keeps consoling me:
though tyrants may command that lamps be smashed
in rooms where lovers are destined to meet,
they cannot snuff out the moon, so today,
nor tomorrow, no tyranny will succeed,
no poison of torture make me bitter,
if just one evening in prison
can be so strangely sweet,
if just one moment anywhere on this earth.

by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Translated from the Urdu by Agha Shahid Ali

"A Commonplace Life", by Susan Coolidge

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A commonplace life, we say, and we sigh;
  But why should we sigh as we say?
The commonplace sun in the commonplace sky
  Makes up the commonplace day.
The moon and the stars are commonplace things,
  The flower that blooms, and the bird that sings;
But sad were the world, and dark our lot,
  If flowers failed and the sun shone not.
And God, who sees each separate soul,
  Out of commonplace lives makes His beautiful whole.

- Susan Coolidge (pen name of Sarah Chauncey Woolsey)