Adonis
My wishes are flowersstaining my days. — Adonis, from “Celebrating Childhood,” Selected Poems (Yale University Press, 2010)
Category: Syrian Literature
Adonis
I want us to become a languagefor euphoria, an alphabet of limbs. — Adonis, from “Beginnings of the Body, Ends of the Sea,” Selected Poems (Yale University Press, 2010)
Nizar Qabbani
Every time I kiss youAfter a long separationI feelI am putting a hurried love letterIn a red mailbox. — Nizar Qabbani, “Every Time I Kiss You,” Arabic Poetry: http://www.adab.com/en Modern Arabic Poetry >> Nizar Qabbani. Poem No.: 336.
Nizar Qabbani
I wrote on the windThe name of my love.I wrote it on the water.I did not knowThat the wind rushes by without listening,That names dissolve in the water. — Nizar Qabbani, from “The Book of Love,” On Entering the Sea: The Erotic and Other Poetry of Nizar Qabbani (Interlink Pub Group, 2013)
Adonis
I imagine my love breathing with the lungs of all things and it reaches me as poetry of roses or dust speaks softly to everything and whispers its news to the universe the way the wind and sun do when they split nature’s breast or pour the ink of day on the earth’s book —… Continue reading Adonis
Adonis
I live in longing, in fire, in rebellion– — Adonis, from “This Is My Name,” Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa) Yale University Press; First Edition edition (October 19, 2010)
Adonis
Bells on our eyelashes and the death throes of words, and I among fields of speech, a knight on a horse made of dirt. My lungs are my poetry, my eyes a book, and I, under the skin of words, on the beaming banks of foam, a poet who sang and died leaving this singed… Continue reading Adonis
Adonis
I sway with the swaying waist of the beast. I dance with a black star. — Adonis, from ‘Season of Tears’, Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa) Yale University Press; First Edition edition (October 19, 2010)
Adonis
Am I your utterance or silence, or what the wind carries toward you from the dust of other trees? If only you’d offer me your hands if only the horizon, awake all through your sleepless vision, would tell me what happened in the forest of my days, the winds of memory … At the heights… Continue reading Adonis
Adonis
I wait for you in the shell of night by the shore in the hum roaring from the depth of the sea in the holes in the sky’s cape in linden and acacia among pines and cedars in the underbelly of the waves, in salt — Adonis, from “Psalm,” Adonis: Selected Poems. Trans. Khaled Mattawa.… Continue reading Adonis
The Vale of Soul-Making 