Someone...please finish this...

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    Jan 22, 2011 4:02 AM GMT
    As I went to bed tonight, a very strange thing happened. A few words popped into my mind from long ago...and I cannot remember where I first heard them, what the origin is or how it goes...
    It starts like this:
    "The writing hand writes and having writ moves on......??
    And ends something like this:
    "Neither all of your piety nor wit can change a word of it"

    I'm sure I've totally destroyed the poem, or whatever it is...but I'm just hoping that someone will recognize it and complete the puzzle. I believe it has East Indian origins...and the writer is very well known...but right now, it escapes me.
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    Jan 22, 2011 4:04 AM GMT
    Omar Khayyám

    And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
    The Tavern shouted - "Open then the Door!
    You know how little time we have to stay,
    And once departed, may return no more."

    Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare,
    And that after a TO-MORROW stare,
    A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries
    "Fools! your reward is neither Here nor There!"

    Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd
    Of the Two Worlds so learnedly, are thrust
    Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn
    Are scatter'd, and their mouths are stopt with Dust.

    Oh, come with old Khayyam, and leave the Wise
    To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies;
    One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies;
    The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.

    Myself when young did eagerly frequent
    Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument
    About it and about: but evermore
    Came out of the same Door as in I went.

    With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow,
    And with my own hand labour'd it to grow:
    And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd -
    "I came like Water, and like Wind I go."

    Into this Universe, and why not knowing,
    Nor whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing:
    And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,
    I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.

    The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
    Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
    Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
    Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.


    And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky,
    Whereunder crawling coop't we live and die,
    Lift not thy hands to It for help - for It
    Rolls impotently on as Thou or I.

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    Jan 22, 2011 4:11 AM GMT
    LOL...."Hidden Member" said: ????
    This is what you see when someone you are ignoring says nothing....icon_lol.gificon_lol.gificon_lol.gif


    I wonder WHO "Hidden Member" is..??icon_smile.gif..
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    Jan 22, 2011 3:36 PM GMT

    The person you put on ignore answered your query. 8th stanza in the poem.

    Caslon17000 saidOmar Khayyám

    And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before
    The Tavern shouted - "Open then the Door!
    You know how little time we have to stay,
    And once departed, may return no more."

    Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare,
    And that after a TO-MORROW stare,
    A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries
    "Fools! your reward is neither Here nor There!"

    Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd
    Of the Two Worlds so learnedly, are thrust
    Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn
    Are scatter'd, and their mouths are stopt with Dust.

    Oh, come with old Khayyam, and leave the Wise
    To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies;
    One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies;
    The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.

    Myself when young did eagerly frequent
    Doctor and Saint, and heard great Argument
    About it and about: but evermore
    Came out of the same Door as in I went.

    With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow,
    And with my own hand labour'd it to grow:
    And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd -
    "I came like Water, and like Wind I go."

    Into this Universe, and why not knowing,
    Nor whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing:
    And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,
    I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.

    The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
    Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
    Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
    Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.


    And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky,
    Whereunder crawling coop't we live and die,
    Lift not thy hands to It for help - for It
    Rolls impotently on as Thou or I.

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    Jan 22, 2011 3:49 PM GMT
    And a jewel-encrusted copy of this in English was displayed as a decoration aboard the Titanic, and was lost with the ship.

    That stanza is one of my favorites, and I used to quote it. I wouldn't today, too few people would know it or understand it, in this age when technical knowledge has eclipsed the literary, and left too little space in our minds, and time in our day, for such arcane things.

    Why, then, does it not surprise me that guys on RJ instantly knew it? You're a rare bunch, guys, as I say here repeatedly. icon_biggrin.gif

    (BTW, meninlove, I believe he has me on Ignore, too, or so he's claimed. So you'll have to quote me, as well, in order for him to benefit from my peerless commentary. LOL! )
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    Jan 22, 2011 3:56 PM GMT
    Here's a question. What does the moving finger represent?
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    Jan 22, 2011 4:01 PM GMT
    Caslon17000 saidHere's a question. What does the moving finger represent?



    That would depend -- is it the MIDDLE finger? icon_rolleyes.gif
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    Jan 22, 2011 4:03 PM GMT
    meninlove said
    The person you put on ignore answered your query. 8th stanza in the poem.

    Yeah, I thought it was kinda funny in an ironic sort of way, that he got his answer and everyone else could see it but him.

    Then he mocked it! ... icon_lol.gif
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    Jan 22, 2011 4:04 PM GMT
    UpperCdn said
    Caslon17000 saidHere's a question. What does the moving finger represent?

    time.

    Correctomondo!
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    Jan 22, 2011 4:15 PM GMT
    Thank you, David, for providing me with the poem and I publicly apologize for my nasty remark....
    which has been removed...
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    Jan 22, 2011 4:18 PM GMT
    Friendsrbetter said
    Thank you, David, for providing me with the poem and I publicly apologize for my nasty remark....


    That's classy. icon_wink.gif
    *tips hat respectfully to Friendsrbetter*

    -Doug
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    Jan 22, 2011 4:54 PM GMT
    UpperCdn said
    Caslon17000 saidHere's a question. What does the moving finger represent?

    time.

    I believe that's the best answer, as the rest of the poem dwells on the impermanence of life. For example:

    To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies;
    One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies;
    The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.
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    Jan 22, 2011 5:46 PM GMT
    UpperCdn said
    Caslon17000 said
    UpperCdn said
    Caslon17000 saidHere's a question. What does the moving finger represent?

    time.

    Correctomondo!


    you were the one you opened my mind to learning to read & understand poetry. icon_biggrin.gif


    Did I do good, sweety?
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    Yes, you did good.