by Linda Abd Al-Baki*
In hanging the life
From its waist
In amputating the wings of vast distances.
In monitoring the revelation
Unsheathing a sword
Putting it round the neck of memories
then Beheading it
With every known language
untill it rolls down
Along with the stamp of Comforts.
Dress of the seasons
After my heartbeats started
Red and white blood cells danced in my pulse,
Then the lovers danced.
I detached you from me
Because you ..
In fact Because i..
rode the sea of my unconscious,
Combed my life,
And finally dressed in my seasons.
I besieged my borders
I exited my self... Towards you.
(Translated by: Saleh Razzouk , with Philip Terman & Scott Minar)
* poet and press owner from Syria.