The Day I met you I tore up

by Lena Jayyusi
The day I met you I tore up
all my maps
all my prophecies
like an Arab stallion I smelled the rain
of you
before it wet me
heard the pulse of your voice
before you spoke
undid your hair with my hands
before you had braided it
Translation: 
Language: 
English
Author of original: 
Nizar Qabbani
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