Poem 043: Nuptials Poem by Samer Madbak

I wake up in the midst of night
To distant music of delight
Connubial strains of beauty whole
Pervade the dark and touch my soul
Unconsciously I step outside
Desiring sight of groom and bride
In candid hue the gleeful throngs
Converge on me with bridal songs
Declaring me the plighted king
My queen the source of everything
And who is she? But who am I?
And through the mist I catch reply:
“In wedlock we are born to be…
The spirit and eternity.”


Beirut
January 15th 1989