Classic Poem

From where has this tawny woman sprouted?
Radiant, she emerges from the sea's foam, singing
followed by waves and boats,
by birds escaping the cages of bewilderment,
and by the scorching summer.
Flaming pomegranate trees
give praises at her feet
walking proud and disdainful as the sun moves over the bedouin map.
She swings her childlike laughter
into the pastures of dream.
At dawn, where darkness threads with light,
the lotus tree keeps her company,
the bird gives her new words.