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"The Desert" Verses 1 - 20
THE DIARY OF BEIRUT UNDER SEIGE, 1982
by Adonis (Ali Ahmad Said)
English translation by Abdullah al-Udhari |
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- My era tells me bluntly:
You do not belong.
I answer bluntly:
I do not belong,
I try to understand you.
Now I am a shadow
Lost in the forest
Of a skull
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- I'm on my feet, the wall is a fence
The distance shrinks, a window recedes.
Daylight is a thread
Snipped by my lungs to stitch the evening.
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- All I said about my life and death
Recurs in the silence
Of the stone under my head
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- Am I full of contradictions? That is correct.
Now I am a plant. Yesterday, when I
was between fire
and water
I was a harvest.
Now I am a rose and live coal,
Now I am the sun and the shadow
I am not a god.
Am I full of contradictions? That is correct
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- The moon always wears
A stone helmet
To fight its own shadows.
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- The door of my house is closed.
Darkness is a blanket:
A pale moon
comes with
A handful of
light
My words fall
To convey my
gratitude.
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- The killing has changed the city's shape This rock
is bone
This smoke people breathing.
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- We no longer meet,
Rejection and exile keep us apart.
The promises are dead, space is dead,
Death alone has become our meeting point.
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- He shuts the door
Not to trap his joy
But to free his grief.
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- A newscast
About a woman in love
Being killed,
About a boy being kidnapped
And a policeman growing into a wall.
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- Whatever comes it will be old
So take with you anything other than this
madness get ready
To stay a
stranger
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- They found people in sacks:
One without a head
One without a tongue or hands
One squashed
The rest without names.
Have you gone mad? Please.
Do not write about these things.
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- You will see
Say his name
Say I painted his face
Stretch your hand to him
Or walk like any man
Or smile
Or say I was once sad
You will see
There is no homeland
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- There may come a time when you'll be
Accepted to live deaf and dumb, and perhaps
They'll let you mumble: death,
Life, resurrection
And peace be upon you.
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- He wears Jihad uniform, struts in a mantle of ideas.
A merchant he does not sell clothes, he sells people.
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- They took him to a ditch and burnt him.
He was not a murderer, he was a boy.
He was not
He was a voice
Vibrating, scaling the steps of space.
And now he's fluting in the air.
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- Darkness.
The earth's trees have become tears on heaven's cheeks.
An eclipse in this place.
Death snapped the city's branch and the friends departed.
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- You do not die because you are created or because you have a body
You die because you are the face of the
future.
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- The flower that tempted the wind to carry its perfume
Died yesterday.
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- The sun no longer rises
It covers its feet with straw
And slips away
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