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
Nonetheless I still await you. In the shells of night along the seashore in the roar coming from the sea’s depths in the holes that fill the sky’s gown in jujube and acacia, in pine and cedar, in the lining of the waves-in their very salt I wait for you. — Adonis, from “Psalm,” Mihyar… Continue reading Adonis
Take off your clothes. It has been ages since a miracle Touched the earth. Take off your clothes For I am mute, but your body knows Every tongue. Take off your clothes. Nizar Qabbani, “Take Off Your Clothes.” Trans. A.Z. Foreman
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 lung is 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 […] — Adonis,… Continue reading Adonis
The Vale of Soul-Making 