Ends of February “But, I’ve locked the door,โ mothers shout. “This heat is a slitacross the skin!” They tie their hair up in a bun and talk about womenwho brought them flowers day out and day in. In spring, you and I squat on the terrace and dig away in silence.At our heel sticks the…
words said by a maddened loverwho couldn’t deal with all thesadness that comes alongwith loving me your arms are sad, she says, your legs are sad, yours hips are sad. your eyes, of course.the dirt in your elbows โ yourbelly-button reeks of sadness;your sighs are full of despair.you’re made of melancholy โ a million glum things collectedto form…
We will meet,somewhere, sometime,in the nuptial embrace ofour grey and white memories. With your blessed arrival;The celebrated idols of our dark history,(their faces yet so rough and ugly),The explosives implanted in thewombs of our senile mothers,The bloodied trails on the ashenheads of our brides,The gunpowder, growling underthe rubble of our beloved palacesโEverything,Everything would get metamorphosedInto…
Have you ever read somethingthat worked as a stitchon an open wound? The words that feel likethe ointment on the painful limbor the plaster on a broken bone?Words you read and feel stress-free or give relief to a grieving heart?Words that tranquilize youlike a childโs first smile?Words that soothe the roiling soul?Words working like a…
When the war is over And you can come over To our side I will let you poke Your finger Into the holesโ left By bullets and pellets And you will feel how much they hurtโ Still. When the war is over I will let you smell Primroses growing timidly out of ruins And you…
Tonight, I wish I sing Songs, euphonious, With a host of winking stars, In the dark beautiful moonless sky! Tonight, I wish I wing Over the seas, hills And plains like free birdsโ Praising Him, our Lord, so high! Tonight, I wish I transform Into swallows, numberlessโ So that ammunition laden monsters, I invade and…