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Khalil Gibran (Gibran Khalil Gibran was born name, Arabic: جبران خليل جبران, was born in Lebanon, January 6, 1883 - died in New York City, United States, April 10, 1931 at the age of 48 years) is an artist, mr shi poet, and author of Lebanon America. mr shi He was born in Lebanon (when it entered mr shi the Syrian province in the Ottoman Empire) and spent most of his productive create a variety of books, prose, poetry and aphorisms in the United States. On 10 April 1931 11:00 PM, Gibran died. His body has long encroached liver cirrhosis and tuberculosis, but this time he refused to be hospitalized. On the last morning, he was taken to St. Vincent's Hospital in Greenwich Village. The next day Marianna sent a telegram to Mary in Savannah mr shi to proclaim the death of the poet. Despite having to care for her husband who was also ill, Mary still took time to mourn Gibran. mr shi Gibran's body was then buried on August 21 at the Mar Sarkis, a Carmelite mr shi convent where Gibran ever worship. After the death of Gibran, Barbara Young was the one who knows the ins and outs of the studio, heritage and legacy land Gibran. Also a piece of paper that said, "In my heart there is still a bit of a desire to help the East, because he has a lot of help." Source: (Wikipedia)
Here is a poem-Khalil Gibran Love Poems: Broken Wings However, sekarangkah time will separate us life so that you can get the majesty of a man and a woman I'm liability? To this the valley swallows the bul-bul bird song into the recesses of-niche, and wind ravaged the leaves of rose petals, and legs trampling wine goblet? Is it hopeless every night that we spent together in the moonlight under jasmine tree, where two souls united? Do we fly with gallant toward the stars until our wings tired, and now we descend into the abyss? Or tidurkah love when he came to us, then, when he woke up, became mr shi angry and decided to punish us? Or souls we transform into a gentle mr shi evening breeze tornado tearing us to pieces and blew us like dust to the bottom of the valley? We did not violate any command; mr shi we did not taste the forbidden fruit; then what forced us to leave this heaven? We never conspired or move the rebellion, then why now plunged into hell? No, no, the moments which unites mr shi us is greater than the centuries passed, and the light that illuminates our souls is more powerful than darkness; and if the tempest separates us on this wild sea, the wind will unite us in a quiet beach, and if life is slaughtered us, death will unite us again. The conscience of a woman is not changed by time and season; even if eternal death, it would not be lost heart destroyed. A woman's heart is like a desert that turned into a battleground; after toppled trees and grass burned and rocks reddened by the blood and the earth is planted with bones and skulls, he will calm and silent as if nothing can happen because of spring and autumn came on time and start work (From 'The Forerunner) They say about wolves and rats in the same river Drinking Where lions quench mr shi your thirst They say about eagles and vultures beak plunged into the same carcass and make peace - in between each other, in the presence of a carcass mr shi - carcass dead Oh Love, which excite desire gentle mr shi hand curb hunger and thirst for people's lives and pride, Do not let the strong appetite keeps bothering Eating bread and drinking wine tease me weak bite Let hunger, thirst Let burn, Let me die and perish, Before I raised my hand to the cup that you did not fill, and bowls are not you bless. FIRST LOOK That moment that separates the aroma of life of consciousness. That's the first spark that ignites the soul regions. That is the first magical tone of the strings plucked silver human heart. That fleeting moment that conveys mr shi the spirit ear