Wednesday, March 18, 2009


-Venus Khoury-Ghata
(Translated, from the French by Marilyn Hacker)

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

Their past is the rustling of stifled silences
the trumpeting of molten elements
the grunting of stagnant waters

they grip each other with a cry
expand into lamentations
become mist on the windows of dead houses
crystallize into chips of grief on dead lips
attach themselves to a fallen star dig their hole in nothingness
breathe out strayed souls

Words are rocky tears
the keys to the first doors
they grumble in caverns
lend their ruckus to storms their silence to bread thats ovened alive

[Note: This was originally posted by Bobbie in June 2007.]

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