Still poetry does perform a magical form of human mind. Magic once touches human mind the result will be magical. Suffice it to mention here that human mind will be able to adjust changing human affairs. Poetry is the best expression available. The following poem doe suffice here.

The Angel Musician

Crossroads tell it, to eyes begging
For sleep, how the bees flying
In and out of his berry-pink mouth
Have vanished with other losses.

He lacks Gabriel's crown
Of red and white roses,
Successfully darkened into the garden
As she into her pale green chamber,

Where she folds her arms inwards
For support, a dry tree behind her,
Like a ghost in a burnt dress,
A living tree behind the angel.

The tree's pure hue may be a metaphor,
The landscape pulls the angel back,
The dove overlaps the tree
In a twisting movement,

Building a tabernacle over the well,
And leaving strangely vertical
The lavender cushion, the margin
Of raw wood at the worn-down windows.

MEDBH McGUCKIAN

DR.HASHIM S.H. BEHBEHANI