Arabic
Your movement, as your language;
Hushed like curtains
back-drawn and passed through
Whispered into antechambers
that you’ve dressed before the dawn
with offerings and incense
or the tap of bare feet
on marble intricate as if
through girded iron interlaced
smoke were woven
and the swish of silk
about your heels
and something carried
high and in your hands.
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…every girl should have one: a poem inspired by her.
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Maria Calvo said…
Wow – I’ve only ever had rhymes written about me. This is really beautiful and it has so much lusciousness about it (is that a word?).
Lucky you! Smart guy, too!!!!
Maria
Sun Feb 17, 06:10:00 PM
Thomas said…
Beautiful poem – whoever wrote this certainly had his pulse on you
Lucky man.
Thomas
Sun Feb 17, 07:22:00 PM
Colleen said…
What a lovely poem – it has a little Ondaatjee feel to it.
Colleen
Mon Feb 18, 05:30:00 PM
Anonymous said…
Maha.. completely unrelated comment.. there was yet another story about a facebook initiated action in Toronto Eaton’s centre that got thousands of starngers to work together on a prank (everyone froze in their spot for 5 min.. people around thought tehy went carzy not knowing what was happening). It got me thinking.. Gaza is out of the news again.. can you not start something on facebook (or through a cousin in gaza if you are off it now) to initiate some kind of action on the water issue? My understanding is that while food is very limited and so is elctricity (with all that depends on it), water is the critical problem there with very limited access since Israel cutoff all the stuff needed to purify it (including electricity).. The facebook people seem to be very innovative (I have never been on it).. Maybe they can think of something they can do worldwide to demand that we do not starve 1.5 million people to death!
BB
Tue Feb 19, 08:00:00 AM
Anonymous said…
This is such a beautiful poem – how lucky!!!!! I think the most I ever got was something like
Roses Are Red
Lily’s not a Rose
So She Can’t actually Smell like One
-lily
Tue Feb 19, 11:30:00 AM
Anonymous said…
The last two lines speak to your confidence. There’s something almost regal about those two lines, majestic really.
x
Tue Feb 19, 03:04:00 PM
my non-erudite response is that this section is breathtaking:
or the tap of bare feet
on marble intricate as if
through girded iron interlaced
smoke were woven
Lily — it remains one of my most treasured gifts ever. When he gifted me this, it was like he had handed me the most expensive gift in the world. Like, nothing could compare to these words 🙂
xxo m
oxo