Monthly Archives: August 2016

Poem – It is Spring Again

It is spring, And the ledger is opened again. From the abyss where they were frozen,  those days suddenly return, those days that passed away from your lips, that died with all our kisses, unaccounted. The roses return: they are … Continue reading

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Poem – Highway

A despondent highway is stretched,  its eyes set on the far horizon On the cold dirt of its bosom,  its grayish beauty spread As if some saddened woman in her lonely abode, lost in thought. In contemplation of union with … Continue reading

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Poem – Ghazal 

I am being accused of loving you, that is all It  is not an insult, but a praise, that is all My heart is pleased at the words of the accusers O my dearest dear, they say your name, that … Continue reading

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Poem – Do Not Ask My Love 

Do not ask, my love, for the love we had before:  You existed, I told myself, so all existence shone,  Grief for me was you; the world’s grief was far. Spring was ever renewed in your face:  Beyond your eyes, … Continue reading

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Poem – Before You Came

Before you came things were just what they were:  the road precisely a road, the horizon fixed,  the limit of what could be seen,  a glass of wine was no more than a glass of wine. With you the world … Continue reading

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Poem – Be Near Me 

Be near me now, My tormenter, my love, be near me— At this hour when night comes down, When, having drunk from the gash of sunset, darkness comes With the balm of musk in its hands, its diamond lancets, When … Continue reading

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Poem – A Prison Evening 

Each star a rung,  night comes down the spiral staircase of the evening. The breeze passes by so very close as if someone just happened to speak of love. In the courtyard,  the trees are absorbed refugees embroidering maps of … Continue reading

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