Yanar Dag
Posted: 03 Aug 2019, 16:42
The tongue of my lover
parts lips like a prophet
separating sea from sea.
In Baku, there is an altar
to Ahura Mazda, where
fire seeps from some old
fault of earth. We leave
wine made from honey,
and a gourd of goat curd.
From the time of Alexander
they have dragged the dead
to the mouth of the mountain.
Zarathustra divides the righteous,
separating joint from marrow,
edge of his terrible sword.
A hundred and one names for God.
Tonight, we will speak them all.
Prayers of the faithful are smoke.
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parts lips like a prophet
separating sea from sea.
In Baku, there is an altar
to Ahura Mazda, where
fire seeps from some old
fault of earth. We leave
wine made from honey,
and a gourd of goat curd.
From the time of Alexander
they have dragged the dead
to the mouth of the mountain.
Zarathustra divides the righteous,
separating joint from marrow,
edge of his terrible sword.
A hundred and one names for God.
Tonight, we will speak them all.
Prayers of the faithful are smoke.
https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&source= ... 9548763147