I WANT TO UNHURRIEDLY DREAM ABOUT YOU
Syria that I yearn for
Put you𝓰r long war aside under the shade of a tree
I want to unhurriedly dream about you
without shedding a single tear…
SYRIA
Once only a few miles away,
now thousands apart.
The door ajar,
the alleyways,
and the bird breasts glimmeri🐼🍌ng on coals
like the planet Venus.
THE UTOPIAN POET
All that blood that is flooding the television and the dieဣsel motors ꦓ;
was never enough to raise a scream
it made the utopian poet write a sentence about the naked hu♊m💯ans:
they die and their so⭕uls rest until the end of the night
like trees from faraway fields.
THE STATUES OF MIDDAY
My friends are the brothers 🍷of darkness,
statues of midday,
nothing left from their features
beside th🃏e smell of the hand extended to🍨 the waiter
behind the coffee shop’s window.
A harsh hand, frozen from the cold,
flaunting,
or blinking like a tearful eye.
AN ANGEL FROM THE MIDDLE AGES
I am thinking, for example, that we take a taxi ⛎
and hide in the mou👍ntain near Ibn Arabi’s shrine.
ꦍThe photographers want to seize from your time a moment to capture a photo of you on
the road to Damascus
while your children are waiting for you in the house of John the Ba𝓰ptist:
here where a whol🐲e life is being lived for an angel from the Middle Ages.
At that time
in that place where the wo𒅌unds are ta♓ller than the stones
and where wings grow on people
I want to reach you barefoot
and I do not have enough ♔money 🌞for the road.
Cut from a leaning tree in front of 🎉your house.
I want to run back to being 𒊎twenty-one years old
becau𝔍se I am unable to forget the scent of your body 🍬;
in the city of the blind . . .
Translated by Jonas Elbousty; with permission from Seagull Books
