Sunday, July 25, 2004

Language of Sin by Syrian poet Adonis (my translation):
I burn my inheritance,
I say that my land is
untraveled, and there are
no tombs in my youth
I traverse over god and satan
(my path is beyond the paths
of god and satan)-
I traverse in my book
in the procession of a
glowing thunderbolt
in the procession of a
green thunderbolt
I chant-there is no heaven or fall
after me
And I erase the language of sin