THE SLEEP OF HANDS
Today I offer my palms
to dead lands and muted
streets before death seams
my eyelids, sews me
in the skin of all the earth
and sleeps forever in my hands.
Translation from the Arabic by Samuel Hazo
Photo: disappeared by _jer_
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Posted by matt on 28 May 2008
THE SLEEP OF HANDS
Today I offer my palms
to dead lands and muted
streets before death seams
my eyelids, sews me
in the skin of all the earth
and sleeps forever in my hands.
Translation from the Arabic by Samuel Hazo
Photo: disappeared by _jer_
Posted in Adonis | Tagged: Adonis, Arabic, Poem | 1 Comment »
