The wakening [Archives:2006/917/Community]

January 2 2006

By: Yousef Al-Aater
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Eve can have the man she admire

The wood-porter danced with the lass

The poet had the naiad in his bed

The maiden is no more by the scrutinizer

But all these trials I didn't let pass

When my animalistic urges contented

The stars were still radiant

The ocean was still affluent

And the wood was still abundant

My pleasure was much to be described

Because I had my sanity satisfied

With the stars my eyes were confined

To the surf my ears had listened

And the thorn I sniffed

Eve can have the man she admire

And at this time

The thing that went astray

Is now at hand