Davide Castel Davide Castel
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Last line - should that be just plain old 'now'?

Don Yarber Don Yarber
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Plain old "now" would make change he intent of the line. "enow" means "enough" in the language of poets. So to say And Wilderness is Paradise now would mean "at the moment" but to say And wilderness is Paradise "enow" means that it is paradise "enough". Thanks for your comment, but I didn't write this first verse, it is copied verbatim from The Rubaiyat. Don.

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The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam (2014)

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The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam in 2014  by Don Yarber

Before dinner:

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness -
And Wilderness is Paradise enow. 3 comments

During dinner:

To a slice of bread, and gracious host I bow,
Another glass of wine, please, me and thou,
A bird outside singing in the wilderness
I'd like to recite the rest but don't know how.

After dinner:

A bottle of wine, I've had enough danged bread for now
damn that wine is good I reckon, and how.
Oh, look, another turkey in the wilderness.
I think that it's a turkey..may be a cow.

After the fourth bottle:

If that's all the wine I guess I'll go for now,
That loaf of bread will be enough for any cow,
Damned old birds and turkeys in the wilderness
It looks like you've got wine stains on your dress.

Next morning:

Here with a head as big as yonder bough,
A gallon of wine we drank just me and thou,
Excuse me while I run out in the wilderness.
Ne'er again will I let wine get me in this mess!

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