And this is my joy - Taufiq Rafat

And this is my joy: words have gathered my ache
to an ardent heap, each twig and bark of regret;
that I make still and will continue to make,
in the hope it will catch to a bonfire yet,
With trembling hands I rake the ashes, so,
and blow on the smoldering stick and blow, and blow.

Taufiq Rafat