Technique to capture silence
In the shadows greened by the foliage
Of the woods, the quiet of the universe
Meets the tumult of desire.
We too search for quietude In bars, in other bodies: penetrating them Or letting them penetrate us.
But we don’t meet it. It grows distant In every successive dream of which we Remember only the most tantalizing pieces.
These ripen like tomatoes in pots of poems, As nipples do inside someone else’s mouth. We open our mouth to eat and taste air.
As unsatisfied as we are, we must learn to stalk What we seek, in the woods filled with flowing water, Our vast hearts, those conduits of blood!
My Poems
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I Belong There - Mahmoud Darwish
I belong there. I have many memories. I was born as everyone is born.
I have a mother, a house with many windows, brothers, friends, and a prison cell
with a chilly window! I have a wave snatched by seagulls, a panorama of my own.
I have a saturated meadow. In the deep horizon of my word, I have a moon,
a bird's sustenance, and an immortal olive tree.
I have lived on the land long before swords turned man into prey.
I belong there. When heaven mourns for her mother, I return heaven to
her mother.
And I cry so that a returning cloud might carry my tears.
To break the rules, I have learned all the words needed for a trial by blood.
I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a
single word: Home.
Big Book Of Poetry
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