Venus Khoury-Ghata Poems

In those days I know now words declaimed the wind
besides pebbles, there were moons, but no lamps
the stars would emerge later from a brawl between two flintstones
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we were lent a window on a fragment of the world
We we re the house and the road that led to the house
The mother moved the door each time a train went by and at each procession toward
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Where do words come from?
from what rubbing of sounds are they born
on what flint do they light their wicks
what winds brought them into our mouths
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Calling trees and children to put their noises away in their pencil-cases
And come sit at the table with their backs to the fire where the bones of a
thousand-league old willow are burning
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The sailors without a ship have strange hallucinations when the sea
does its spring cleaning
The bare-armed fronds of gesticulating seaweed are defunct sweethearts
The taut swings between the continents are filled with seagulls and
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so my brother spoke the words of the arbutus
so the mother thickened her sauces with the ash tree's black resin
The female branches made off with the laundry on our lines
the young shoots leapt into our nights
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the mother sent us out in the street naked
Walnut husks served us for ink
Fences we'd jumped were the pages we leafed through
Euphoria in the evening when she multiplied her arms
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The days remain in a bucket of water
The wells are kept for the use of the dead who splash the
walls with their silence
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The cloud hanging over the valley has been there forever
Trains come from the coast cross it without stopping
Gloomy travelers would photograph the cemetery but not the children, despite the
little bells they wore on their ankles
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The first day after his death
she folded up her mirrors
put a slipcover on the spider web
then tied up the bed which was flapping its wings to take off
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