October 30, 2008
Thursday Poem
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Poetry
Saadi Youssef
Who broke these mirrors
and tossed them
shard
by shard
among the branches?
And now…
shall we ask L’Akhdar to come and see?
Colors are all muddled up
and the image is entangled
with the thing
and the eyes burn.
L’Akhdar must gather these mirrors
on his palm
and match the pieces together
any way he likes
and preserve
the memory of the branch.
from Without an Alphabet, Without a Face;
(Graywolf Press, 2002) Translated from the
Arabic by Khaled Mattawa///
Posted by Jim Culleny at 09:23 AM | Permalink
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A New Book on Saadi Yusuf's Poetry:
http://www.sussex-academic.co.uk/sa/titles/literary_criticism/huri.htm
Posted by: Iraqo Poetry | Oct 30, 2008 12:08:05 PM
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