Held loaf of bread,
A jug of wine
And thou he’d said,
Be propitious find
Tho but line I read,
Fixed state of mind
Tho barb now dead,
Lived poetry’s sage
Long ago far ahead,
Of creation engaged
Tho of ancient past,
Did inspire persuade
Every nuance he cast,
Be a tableau each page
Stated words of Khayyâm!
ode to a great poet and polymath
© Jean-Jacques Fournier