martes, 13 de diciembre de 2016

Dunya Mikhail, Diary of a Wave Outside the Sea


Memories swarm around me like buzzing flies.

Every sorrow and mistake ads up
to a tally of daily ruination.
And nothing is as long as memories’ shadow
except the moment that transforms
wood into rebab.

My mistakes were drawn like butterflies.
Light was projected onto them
to make them burn.

I stepped back.
The mistakes appeared like a wavy vision
beating against the shores of the seven senses
so that the pages dispersed and gathered and burst
with intuitions and questions.

We remember some things that have been lost
not through carelessness
but from their own pitch-black light
like a flower dying from too much fragrance.

-Dunya Mikhail

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