And all at once the heavy night Fell from my eyes and I could see, --A drenched and dripping apple-tree, A last long line of silver rain, A sky grown clear and blue again. And as I looked a quickening gust Of wind blew up to me and thrust Into my face a miracle Of orchard-breath, and with the smell, --I know not how such things can be! --I breathed my soul back into me. Ah! Up then from the ground sprang IAnd hailed the earth with such a cry As is not heard save from a man Who has been dead, and lives again. About the trees my arms I wound; Like one gone mad I hugged the ground; I raised my quivering arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky. Anonymous
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Rumi, a Persian poet and mystic poet wrote this poem when he was only eighteen years old; it has been interpreted that verse was about his beloved. He wrote this poem in Arabic and it is known as "Whispered Bird." The poem is about how Rumi discovered beauty in simple things. On the day of his 18th birthday he received a gift from his mother and father: a bird had made its nest near the house, and when she left they placed the bird in a cage so they could enjoy the sounds of its singing. He sat by himself and listened to the song, and for days afterward he felt empty and empty of love.

Rumi was mourning for his love for women and song that had been lost. After three days, when he listened to the bird again, he realized that he would never forget his love for her. He then decided to write a poem about her.

Source: Collected Poems

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