A Sabbath Poem (Bly)

        THE NIGHT ABRAHAM CALLED TO THE STARS
        ~ by Richard Bly

        Do you remember the night Abraham first saw
        The stars?  He cried to Saturn:  "You are my Lord!"
        How happy he was!  When he saw the Dawn Star,

        He cried, ""You are my Lord!"  How destroyed he was
        When he watched them set.  Friends, he is like us:
        We take as our Lord the stars that go down.

        We are faithful companions to the unfaithful stars.
        We are diggers, like badgers; we love to feel
        The dirt flying out from behind our back claws.

        And no one can convince us that mud is not
        Beautiful.  It is our badger soul that thinks so.
        We are ready to spend the rest of our life

        Walking with muddy shoes in the wet fields.
        We resemble exiles in the kingdom of the serpent.
        We stand in the onion fields looking up at the night.

        My heart is a calm potato by day, and a weeping
        Abandoned woman by night.  Friend, tell me what to do,
        Since I am a man in love with the setting stars.

(first appeared in Poetry Magazine) 

This poem based loosely on the Islamic ghazal form in which a major portion of Sufi poetry was written.  Almost all work of Hafiz was in ghazal form. In its classic form, each stanza stands alone–has its own landscape, so to speak–and the theme of the poem is never stated.  The reader has much more to do than he would be used to in the contemporary English poem.