Forwarded from Orphic Inscendence
"The earth rises in my body
And tells my days to be its windows
And teaches my steps its name so they can be its letters
And birds.
I go through a path of wings like glass,
Transparent and have no shadow,
Free myself, trap my limbs within my limbs
And like the sparkle of a pearl
I strike the eyes and return to my pupils.
Who will give me a piece of paper to wrap incense and sandalwood,
Adorn it with dots like a bride's make-up, polish it,
Bless it with Koran's praise of the Madonna
Shake my roots of longing and dreams over it
And send it to the loved ones,
Full like an apple,
Fine and green like Khadir's colt."
- Adonis
Art: Sir Frank William Brangwyn (12 May 1867 – 11 June 1956), Welsh
And tells my days to be its windows
And teaches my steps its name so they can be its letters
And birds.
I go through a path of wings like glass,
Transparent and have no shadow,
Free myself, trap my limbs within my limbs
And like the sparkle of a pearl
I strike the eyes and return to my pupils.
Who will give me a piece of paper to wrap incense and sandalwood,
Adorn it with dots like a bride's make-up, polish it,
Bless it with Koran's praise of the Madonna
Shake my roots of longing and dreams over it
And send it to the loved ones,
Full like an apple,
Fine and green like Khadir's colt."
- Adonis
Art: Sir Frank William Brangwyn (12 May 1867 – 11 June 1956), Welsh
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