I WANT TO UNHURRIEDLY DREAM ABOUT YOU
Syria that I yearn for
Put🐟 your long war asid🥃e 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 glimmering♕ on coals
like the planet Venus.
THE UTOPIAN POET
All that blood that is flooding the television and the diesel motors&nb🍌sp;
was never enough to raise a scream
it made the utopian p🎃oet write a senten🧔ce about the naked humans:
they die and their souls rest unt🧔il 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 ❀the 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&𒊎nbsp;
and hide in the mounta�✅�in near Ibn Arabi’s shrine.
The 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🔯 Baptist:
here where a whole life is being lived for an an🐻gel fro𝐆m the Middle Ages.
At that time
in that place where the wounds a꧙re taller than the stones
and where wings grow on people
I want to reach you barefoot
an🥂d I do not have enough money for the road. 𒁃
Cut from a leaning tree in front of your house🃏.
I want to run back to being tw☂enty-one years old🃏
because I am unable to forget the scent of your bo🥂dy
in the city of the blind . . .
Translated by Jonas Elbousty; with permission from Seagull Books
