Morning

Arise!
For Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight.
O.Khayyam


His rubayyat have some of the most beautiful lines of poetry i've ever read. Lines of magic, lands of mystic orient, musical lyricism, worldly pleasures, and the wisdom of an ancient people that lived for life. His words transport me to those distant lands.
It's hard for me to know what makes a poem a good poem and why a certain combination of words and rhyme is better than another. When i read his lines i know. They simply speak. In a beautiful beautiful way.

Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring
The Winter Garment of Repentance fling

Ah, my Beloved, fill the cup that clears
TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears

The Moving Finger writes: and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your piety and wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a word of it.

Oh Love!could you and I with Fate conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits--and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!