life is poetry is life is poetry is
Excerpts from Adonis' "Celebrating Childhood," a piece which screamed my name when I read it for the first time today:
Oh, my past days--
they used to walk in their sleep
and I used to lean on them.
Love and dreams are two parentheses.
Between them I place my body
and discover the world.
...
I was wounded early,
and early I learned
that wounds made me.
I still follow the child
who still walks inside me.
Now he stands at a stairway made of light
searching for a corner to rest in,
and to read the face of night.
....
What shall I say to the body I abandoned
in the rubble of the house in which I was born?
No one can narrate my childhood
except those stars that flicker above it
and leave footprints
on the evening's path.
Oh, my past days--
they used to walk in their sleep
and I used to lean on them.
Love and dreams are two parentheses.
Between them I place my body
and discover the world.
...
I was wounded early,
and early I learned
that wounds made me.
I still follow the child
who still walks inside me.
Now he stands at a stairway made of light
searching for a corner to rest in,
and to read the face of night.
....
What shall I say to the body I abandoned
in the rubble of the house in which I was born?
No one can narrate my childhood
except those stars that flicker above it
and leave footprints
on the evening's path.