A poem and uncommon company.

He welcomed us into his home, another friend was already waiting. There we were. Two christian Lebanese, a muslim Lebanese, an American Jew and myself. As we wait for dinner to arrive, the host, lover of art, read to all of us his favorite poetry. In his deep husky voice... Do not say my love was A ring or a bracelet. My love is a siege, Is the daring and headstrong. Who, searching sail out to their death. Do not say my love was A moon. My love is a burst of sparks. Nizar Qabbani (1923-1998) He read it in Arabic first, and then the translation. Beautiful. If only the world can get along as well as we had last night... -my-love-is-so-obvious-L