Kahlil Gibran

The Madman - His Parables & Poems (With Original Illustrations)


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       Kahlil Gibran

      The Madman - His Parables & Poems (With Original Illustrations)

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      2017 OK Publishing

      ISBN 978-80-272-0290-4

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       The Madman: His Parables And Poems

       SKETCHES AND PAINTINGS

       INSPIRATIONAL QUOTES

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       Table of Contents

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       How I Became A Madman

       God

       My Friend

       The Scarecrow

       The Sleep-Walkers

       The Wise Dog

       The Two Hermits

       On Giving and Taking

       The Seven Selves

       War

       The Fox

       The Wise King

       Ambition

       The New Pleasure

       The Other Language

       The Pomegranate

       The Two Cages

       The Three Ants

       The Grave-Digger

       On the Steps of the Temple

       The Blessed City

       The Good God and the Evil God

       Defeat

       Night and the Madman

       Faces

       The Greater Sea

       Crucified

       The Astronomer

       The Great Longing

       Said a Blade of Grass

       The Eye

       The Two Learned Men

       When My Sorrow Was Born

       And When my Joy was Born

       “The Perfect World”

      How I Became A Madman

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      You ask me how I became a madman. It happened thus: One day, long before many gods were born, I woke from a deep sleep and found all my masks were stolen,—the seven masks I have fashioned and worn in seven lives,—I ran maskless through the crowded streets shouting, “Thieves, thieves, the cursed thieves.”

      Men and women laughed at me and some ran to their houses in fear of me.

      And when I reached the market place, a youth standing on a house-top cried, “He is a madman.” I looked up to behold him; the sun kissed my own naked face for the first time. For the first time the sun kissed my own naked face and my soul was inflamed with love for the sun, and I wanted my masks no more. And as if in a trance I cried, “Blessed, blessed are the thieves who stole my masks.”

      Thus I became a madman.

      And I have found both freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us.

      But let me not be too proud of my safety. Even a Thief in a jail is safe from another thief.

      God

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