World in Hand
"Kifa, nabki, min zikra habibin oua manzili, 'ala sikkat al'liqua" (My friends, let's stop here and weep, in remembrance of my beloved, on her traces, here at the edge of the dune) -- 'Imru Al Qays
One day Majnun was sifting dirt in the middle of a road.
Majnun sifts the dunes that cross his hand
Amidst the arcing scorpion's ampersand
Her light has passed beyond this hinterland
her world, the footfalls of a saraband,
his tears of loss mere pearls from Samarkand;
Yet still he seeks, in vain, to reprimand
Previously published in The Worm
by Nigel Holt
Nigel Holt is a teacher who lives and works in the UAE. He has been published in a number of venues, the most recent of which are: Snakeskin, Contemporary Sonnet, and Umbrella, and has work forthcoming in Contemporary Rhyme. He is also co-editor of The Shit Creek Review with Australian poet, Paul Stevens.
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