Smoke
Fouad Suleiman
You passed through my fancy,
lovelier than fancy,
sweeter than April
passing among the hills
and scattering colors.
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You passed through my fancy,
silk enfolding you,
the bed longing for you,
the nights carrying you —
legend of all time.
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And filling my mind
was a palace of pearls,
its upper chambers flung wide;
I build it out of my fancy
and out of the fancy of the jinn.
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Of sandalwood and perfume
I build it, my beloved,
of wondrous marble
that never lived in fancy,
from the coral isles.
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Censers of aloes,
beds of roses,
and jasmine my border —
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More beguiling than beauty,
you alone are the basil.
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And your pampered head —
carnation and Arabian jasmine;
O sweetness that never wearies
in one turn of coquetry —
and our night keeps vigil.
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We raise it up like wedding feasts,
we strew it in heaps,
with lilies and myrtle;
and our night is many nights
flooded with tenderness.
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And all that was
of our love in the perfume
was lost —
as if it were... smoke.
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