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But what they hadn't said, hadn't warned him about, was how much you could see

Painters are craftsmen, not storytellers, Paint what you see, August Renoir had told him

I didn't say I don't see futures, said the Gypsy, I just don't tell them

Never think she loves him wholly, Never believe her love is blind, All his faults are locked securely In a closet of her mind

Those who love the most do not talk of their love

The shores of the world are ours, the solitary beaches that bear no fruit, nor any flowers

You make us believe that we can outlive death, You make us for an instant, for your sake, Burn, like stretched silver of a wave, Not breaking but about to break

تعلم جبران مباديء القراءة والكتابة من الطبيب الشاعر سليم الضاهر

أعطتني ماما قطعة من القماش ناعمة كالحرير خضراء كالحشيش باردة كالنسيم

If I am peaceful, I shall see beauty's face continually feeding on her wine and bread I shall be wholly comforted for she can make one day for me rich as my lost eternity

It is strange how often a heart must be broken before the years can make it wise

Her heart was a hunter's fire smothered in snow

When I am all alone Envy me most, Then my thoughts flutter round me in a glimmering host

There are so many ways to love and each way has its own delight

O white moon, you are lonely, It is the same with me, But we have the world to roam over, Only the lonely are free

The heart asks more than life can give

My heart sings only when it breaks

A little while when I am gone My life will live in music after me As spun foam lifted and borne on After the wave is lost in the full sea

Time is a kind friend, he will make us old

My heart is heavy with many a song Like ripe fruit bearing down the tree But I can never give you one My songs do not belong to me Yet in the evening in the dusk when moths go to and fro In the gray hour if the fruit has fallen Take it, no one will know.

When I am dying, let me know...That I loved with all my strength, to my soul's full depth and length, careless if my heart must break, that I sang as children sing fitting tunes to everything, loving life for it own sake

waves are the sea's daughters, and raindrops the children of rain, but why for my shimmering body have I a mother like pain?

It was a though a net of words were flung to catch a star

My first look in your eyes was like my first look at the sea

The heart belongs to him who knew it best

how many times I saw my western city dream by her river

so the old tunes float in my mind And go from me leaving no trace behind like fragrance borne on the hush of the wind

places I love came back to me like music

I am an answer, they are only a call

And I know that I am honored to be witness of so much majesty