HasmirOtherPoems
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Ḥasmir bin Yeyshan Ḥarat is a character in the Aralis 2 LARP. This page contains sundry poems he's written.
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[edit] The Ḥasmir Ḥarat Collection of Stuff That Doesn't Fit into the Other Two Categories
Experience the thrilling, otherwise uncategorizable poetry of a thrilling, otherwise uncategorizable fellow with a tight gray hat!
[edit] A Happy Year
Green leaf and green needle, the crow of the rooster resounding
The zenith of days—the wait for the cool of the evening—
Gold leaf and a carpet of dew and a harvest abounding
Cool are my days and my nights given over to dancing
Ice in the river; ice in the wind howls a-hounding
I smile in the teeth of the wind and return to my singing
Comes a warm dawn, and the tongue of the river's rebounding:
Glad to be called, I step into the fog of the morning!
[edit] Flower of Midnight
Flower of midnight, where are you dancing?
High in the night sky the mist-moon is riding
High in my blood sings the evening entrancing
Flower of midnight, where are you hiding?
When you were fickle I found you exquisite
Deep in your laughter I heard such a rattle
Such words I have for you on your next visit!
Though in your ears they're the lowing of cattle.
When you were lovely I looked for the glamor
Beating in fingers so pale and so narrow
O how my heart gave its idiot clamor!
Your scorn pierced my breast like a beautiful arrow.
Flower of midnight, white was your breathing
Wet was the mist in its glowing and writhing
You cried like an infant; I cried at its teething
At dawn, through the grass, jaunty robins came scything.
[edit] This Ghazal Is Probably About Teagh?
I give you half an answer and you ask again
My tongue is heavy and I don my mask again
Words round the ruined fire satisfy us some
Then they're cold 'til I uncork my flask again
Wine like blood inflamed my anxiousness
I know I'll never drink from such a cask again
In the final breath before the fight it's very clear
But after, in bright forgetful pools we bask again
Age-worn, war-worn, you'll find more constancy
in another friend—oh, bend your head to the task again
[edit] This Ghazal Is Definitely About Weird 4 a.m. Plot
I'll sleep as easy on this as any other night.
Go from my arms; step out to greet your mother, Night.
It's warm and dry beneath this creaking roof I've built:
Many's the man who'd be jealous in this cold southern night.
To many men you'll go, where the breath steams out of them—
Give them a slow embrace. This is my brothers' night.
I loved your face, your form, and the silver thread of your gown;
I knew your dawn, day, evening—everything but your night.
Kiss my friends where you meet them, out in the midst of it.
Ḥarat is in retreat; call on him another night.
[edit] A Thank-Heaven-Never-Delivered Love Poem for a Certain Fairy
Red is the fire that conquers his heart,
This fool who was lonely and thought himself free
Flame, take my tongue with its weak hapless art—
Too slow to describe what is passion to me.
Black is the cloak of the night in the day
Cold is the sun, pale the shadow it's made
My secret is not for the dawn to betray!
Lend me your veil and I'll dream in the shade.
Blue is her eye, like the sea ["Cure ____ by _____"]—once I longed
To be tossed by the wave, wear the foam for my crown
Black from the flame, in her hand it belonged:
the heart of a fool who was desperate to drown.
[edit] A Year After the Talonen Massacre
City of winter, winter is coming for you
Ice comes like diamonds to diamond-paned windows
Dawn is a silent white ocean of ice-flakes
Morning, all half-asleep, shyly is waiting for you
Snow is their blanket, laid on the earth where they sleep
The night-wind was icy but it did not trouble them
Tread on their blankets, for the morning is waiting
Gently shake shoulders of husbands and wives where they sleep
For I was a night-bird; I cried in the cries of that night
I saw fire take hold where no weeping could smother it
But winter is yours and they rest under snow now
Dreamless the sun comes to bury the shades of that night
