Excerpt · Fragment · Lebanese-American Culture · Lebanese-American Literature · Poetry

Etel Adnan

I was a butterfly caught by
a fire:
neither the day’s nor the night’s
but the
incandescence that radiates
from the body like a
receding sickness.

Etel Adnan, from “The Manifestations of the Voyage,” The Spring Flowers Own & The Manifestations Of The Voyage ( Post Apollo Press, 1990)

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