Ghassan Zaqtan Poems

The birds' departure from his heart
leaves the plains white
where the story is white
...

Is there still time
to tell her,
Mother,
...

The cart:
still lurches on since grandfather fled
the boggy fields
The family:
...

I have a tune in the melody
with which I did not arrive
but it is my only gold
and means
...

I ascend the seven levels
Of sleep
In sleep you are
...

He has to return to shut that window,
it isn't entirely clear
whether this is what he must do,
things are no longer clear
...

In Jabal Najmeh, by the woods, the wizard will stop me
by a passage for boats with black masts
where the dead sit before dawn in black garments and straw masks,
...

The one you accidentally found in the mirror

in its dark corner to be exact
was there alone thinking of you

befriending your solitude
...

By morning travelers knocked on her door
but she didn't wake
By noon a bird stirred her
...

Pretexts come with her absence
and with the waiting of boats between
noon and afternoon
...