Poem 010, Sonnet 2: On Camille Poem by Samer Madbak

Would I convince me that at your command
Familiar winds have blown to say hello?
To rouse remembrances I cannot stand?
O wish I that no single breeze would blow.

By Jove! Why have you sent me this report?
To hail my soul, or blaze me with distress?
To break me down, or grant me your support?
Oh don’t you sense my equal bitterness?

Camille, my alter ego, how I yearn
To see you for you are my counterpart
'Tis you, the only one who can discern
The troubled pulses of my vagrant heart.

So till we meet, my friend, all I can do
Is load the breeze with love sent back to you.


Beirut
April 14th 1987