A Language For Distance
by Adonis
Yesterday underneath the eyesockets (the rock quarry) I traveled under the dust
so I heard our echo
and I heard the collapse of borders.
And I returned, and it is said I forgot there,
from amazement, my footsteps
My footsteps? Well, as if I saw them
free, moving between the arteries and between the lungs
And the curves (of the ribs) circulated and were led
shocked and curious
inside the waist in the skin
in the abyss, unseen
As if I saw them
after this return .
They continue, and don’t glance, my footsteps
Between us there is a language for distance we are ignorant of it’s expressions.
Translated with the help of Mirene Ghossein
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