My Beloved Comes

We present this work in honor of the 955th anniversary of the poet’s death.

Ibn Hazm
Arab Andalusian
994 – 1064

 

You came to me just before
the Christians rang their bells.
The half-moon was rising
looking like an old man’s eyebrow
or a delicate instep.

And although it was still night
when you came a rainbow
gleamed on the horizon,
showing as many colours
as a peacock’s tail.

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