Ounsi el-Hajj

"A group of women around a shattered man. I said with a smile: Let's call him Qais, Laila's mad lover. The termperature sank abruptly. Never in my life did I see eyes like those with trailing dresses. The moment I left him they had, of course, to come after me. And there they waited for me, one after the other. I was in a rural city, a strange place on the banks of a river. And even without my smiling, the shattered man had tired me. It was in the old house that our meeting took place, and my jokes turned into blood. I killed them with classic boredom."

"I shall not stop, I shall not stop Beneath the moon clothed in white, Drowning in the morrow With a fast-beating heart. You remain mine, when I am aware, You remain mine, when I am unaware. There, in the dome of mist, In the wells of spacious churches, In festivals And the glimmering of windows, The fields of folk-song, The desperate hum of din, The departure of ships and wine, You remain mine. The shriveled and the fresh stop short, And the earth stretches forth its head And pursues us from word to word, From bird To bird I heard from afar, And when I tried to approach, You held up your hand. I heard from afar And saw the ancient peoples There, beyond the woods."