the poetess

I wanted to update on Saturday, but the internet was out (first time that this has happened to me). So, instead, I checked out a book from the library of Zahra al-Zahra's writings. Some of it I studied back in high school, but there's always new things to read.

Mr. Fitzgerald is a big fan of hers, and so I thought I'd share a little bit of what I've been reading over the week-end.

The gazelle runs across the muddy field like a sim-sim bird flies at night. It is not the gazelle that is hungry but instead the bird that wishes to be free. The bird never bluffs but the gazelle befriends the zebra. Independence is within the wingspan that covers the trees.

She just speaks the truth, eh?