When I love you
A new language springs up,
New cities, new countries discovered.
The hours breathe like puppies,
Wheat grows between the pages of books,
Birds fly from your eyes with tiding of honey,
Caravans ride from your breasts carrying Indian herbs,
The mangoes fall all around, the forests catch fire
And Nubian drums beat.
When I love you your breasts shake off their shame,
Turn into lightning and thunder, a sword, a sandy storm.
When I love you the Arab cities leap up and demonstrate
Against the ages of repression
And the ages
Of revenge against the laws of the tribe.
And I, when I love you,
March against ugliness,
Against the kings of salt,
Against the institutionalization of the desert.
And I shall continue to love you until the world flood arrives;
I shall continue to love you untill the world flood arrives.
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How gorgeous! With what wonder he describes things in a torrent of metaphors! Mixed and otherwise! "The hours breath like puppies!/Wheat grows between the pages of books,/Birds fly from your eyes with tidings of honey!" O to have one's eyes be whole lands! Nothing trite and common here! Ah to inspire love like some Helen of Troy!
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so deep and only so few lines!
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i like how he talks about romantic love and at the same time it could be about anything "you" could be the arabian countries or "you" could be his love for purity and "the flood" will wipe out all the injustice in the world. and its this "love" that "March against ugliness." so divine :) -
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"And I, when I love you,
March against ugliness,"
this is as beautiful as the divine love!!!!!
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this is so heartwarming.It's so romantic.Good feelings...ahh...the warm fuzzy feeling.good stuff.
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loved it
This is a very good poem its so romantic
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