Monday, June 15, 2009


Diary of a Wave Outside the Sea [The martyr couldn't believe his eyes]

The martyr couldn't believe his eyes
when his tomb was bombed
as he braided a garland for his beloved—
a red garland,
yet...on the way to heaven ...
it turned white.
He bent toward the water with a small rainbow clutched in his hand.

In this way he makes music.
He lifts is hands to the clouds and braids her tears into a flower.
In this way he sings.

A wave breaking outside the sea.
In this way I go on.
- Dunya Mikhall, translated by Elizabeth Winslow


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