For our California lilac which is, in our valley, blooming, and for the lilac in other parts of the world that may be waiting on the snow to exit the stage, from poetryfoundation.org.
from You Night Is of Lilac / by Mahmoud Darwish, translated by Fady Joudah
The night sits wherever you are. Your night
is of lilac. Every now and then a gesture escapes
from the beam of your dimples, breaks the wineglass
and lights up the starlight. And your night is your shadow—
a fairy-tale piece of land to make our dreams