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From Her Book, One More Time


Ahmed Asheikh


When

Her seesaw is me and she is my seesaw

When

Her two doves are shivering in my fingers

And her cup is full of my wine

When

Her space is redolent of my kiss

And her kiss is swimming in my space

When

The organ pipes shudder and the violins get drunk

When

Golden deer fly through the sky

And the skin of the earth starts to tremble—

The pearl of weeping becomes a river of firebrands!

That’s how astonishment always comes out of her book!


Flowers of Flame
Copyright 2008 by Michigan State University