Khalil Gibran
Khalil Gibran
Kahlil Gibranwas a Lebanese-American artist, poet, and writer of the New York Pen League...
NationalityLebanese
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth6 January 1883
CityBsharri, Lebanon
CountryLebanon
song fall hands
Pity it is we drowse too soon Pity it is we fall asleep Ere our song encompass the height Ere our hand inherit the deep
voice littles speak
I said to Life, I would hear Death speak. And Life raised her voice a little higher and said, You hear him now.
son creative sorrow
We are the sons of Sorrow; we are the poets and the prophets and the musicians.
creative life-is
Life is weaker than Death and Death is weaker than Truth.
mother soul bless
He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly.
song hymns space
But now I have learned to listen to silence. To hear its choirs singing the song of ages, chanting the hymns of space, and disclosing the secrets of eternity.
pain eye hands
There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward. And there are those who give with pain, and that pain is their baptism. And there are those who give and know not pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness of virtue; They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space. Through the hands of such as these God speaks, and from behind their eyes he smiles upon the earth.
brother land sea
Come with us to the field, or go with our brothers to the sea and cast your net. For the land and the sea shall be bountiful to you even as to us.
ignorant arguing foolish
Friendship with the ignorant is as foolish as arguing with a drunkard.
love taken blessed
The power to Love is God's greatest gift to man, For it never will be taken from the Blessed one who loves.
love past house
My house says to me, "do not leave me, for here dwells your past." And the road says to me, "Come and follow me, for I am your future." And I say to both my house and the road, "I have no past, nor have I a future. If I stay here, there is a going in my staying; and if I go there is a staying in my going. Only love and death change all things."
art steps art-is
Art is a step in the known toward the unknown
life thinking stones
Thinking is always the stumbling stone to poetry.
giving may
They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.