الجمعة، 22 أبريل 2011

Signs


Dust

,will swallow your face

leave you barking at

a mute moon with a face

covered only with

!Dust


...I was telling you

You’re not a horse now

and the tremble of your ribs

!would move nothing

...I was telling you

The directs of the wind which

you used to read with a wet finger

are so puzzled

that they can’t carry the carpet

nor bring it back

!to the place where we humbly gathered

...I was telling you

Do not leave anything on the table

that might remind you of anything

!or incite you to virtue

.The world is divided now into two parts

The cream has melted on the tablecloth

...and strawberry jam dirtied all the faces

The jar has fallen

!and love… is dripping on the floor

:Between you and me

,Schoolboys will march in demonstrations tomorrow

jump like popcorn

,and shout with broken throats

:repeating the first words of the sparrow among them

“!What is done is done”

“!What’s passed is passed”

,Neither clubs

nor water hoses

nor waves of dust

.will silence them


...So

!!?What were you saying


Translated by Samy Ismael

published in Meena Magazine in 2005

The painting is the "Scream" by Edvard Munch

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