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The Darkness Will Understand - Leila Samarrai
The Darkness Will Understand - Leila Samarrai
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Sorrow is hidden in a head crowned in blood
Towards the wisdom called Jerusalem
You are killing the man who listens to the distance
Is “Ecce Homo” truly there
The higher hierarchy of Spain
While time flows despair descends to hemorrhage
Never painfully, not admitting pain
A bird I am
A bird with a desire to die in Spain.
2
Vanity on the fox’s trail
Behold, a miracle!
Supposedly one-sided at instants
Suitable for a scrambled moment
The martyr and her daughter who wash their feet
Tasseled with nails instead of sandals
Conversing silently.
Anything but sough
Shores and scrapings fantasizing
Daughter do you wish the powder to slip you
To disturb the onus, non-being and tendrils
Wistful across the stones you overcome
Blacker than night
You fear there will no longer be vertebrates
3
You do not grasp – the spilled blood is chiming
From unveiling you wrongfully dread
In agony of you yourself
While we pine atop Grecian terraces.
Daughter
Still rivers are audible in endeavor
And at that conjoined
The signs along the path are the only thing left for you
4
Thus spoke my mother.
I arise barefoot
The sea is frightened
Like ground from thunder
5
Even though not every wound bleeds
Still
A man dies each eve
Why
6
The semi-darkness and solitude will vanish
I will serve alone within myself even thought I am not my own
Before wounded knees everything opens
Flowers and thoughts, stories of justice
Wanton skulls and eras without rest
I get scared to be
7
I would be your shadow
And the bridal veil
And first scream
A crime of passion
And the blood of both times, ill and well
8
In the bed I do not rely on commandments
The roses already fraught with wind
How many clocks do you ask
While the morning overladen with eternity is late
Delirium morning
9
There will be time for me to tell you
Will the words spin tomorrow as well
And will the essence be the thread
10
Another dream
Strange decisions
And children miracles with no self-belief
In due time the ground and constellations should be known
So the last revelation
Is not empty time
And crucified echo of footsteps in seclusion
11
There will be time for me to tell you everything
Beware
Do not be found again
We quail
In the meantime we do not live
12
Between spring and winter
White and black
The heart and tavern with a lowering vine level
Between the masked and the broken
Unreal and the tower of inverted eyes
Between the universe and “may I”
The city harlequin and “it paid of”
13
Go into the calm autumn
Late serenity, do not go into the fever
queen of giggle indecisively you will say:
When in Singidunum I arrived searching for a foreign world
I did not see what was imagined
But a fresh drop of blood down the leg
And an untrained word with no will to be spoken
Forest nightingale
If you can sing at midnight
I will hear you here
Between the nightly joy and dawn
14
How fast the shadow passes said Marco Aurelius
Soul is temporary, isn’t it, he hoped
Banded with demons for the third time
The guilt his pustule, man a sacrifice and life a sub specie of a boil
15
When will the nothingness begin
When will we hear the echoes of the morning
Devoid of celerity, love and wisdom
16
Cover your lips and hails
Inhale the odor of wind and change
Pry open the little casket
Let all things fly out
Both peaceful nights and lullabies
Renounce them
Confusion and long nights are coming
17
Why are there no borders
Between lies and life
Before the virginal knees
18
The fever has no end
The song was left without sound and fire
The mists do not care to be praised
Hence the difference is null between water and mud
19
I persistently graze words
Day and night
First I seek them
Recognize them even among lizards
Who announce misfortune
And even though they are vainly
You want time and roads
And blue circles above the wellsprings of rapid rivers
*Quetzalcoatl – a mythical being of Toltec, originaly a ruler and high priest, and later on
a patron god. By the tale, he burned himself and became a star
20
How joyous are the echoes of the plains when meeting water
Treetops spun
Underneath them huddled the river and I
Not for long
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Do not forget
Water is a wave to emptiness
Water is the fall through metaphors
Which begs the mirror
To return
To the lacking places of the poem
22
I will never tell
How a sleepwalker smells
Capable of being awake
23
I squint through the grid
Sweeping
Are the murmurs of childhood
Symbols of intimacy
And dreams
One by one
One by one
And time became
Time on the other side of the wall
And of life behind us
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I like midnight without fatigue
And love without thinking
Devoured lips
Between sleepy trees and dawn
25
Night and an open door
Spook takes over my head
I see your eyes
Judgment hour – accurately measured moment burns away
I see your eyes
They do not belong to me alone
I threw my soul
Those are the irises of the breeze – yell the dark mirrors
Used up voices grow from blood
They knock over trees by crawling
You return
Roughly wetting the sanctity of my lips
I
Mute and stiff on the threshold
Bitten by the first pain
I spew snake venom
Neither sailors
Left on the lost spectral shores
Neither the cry of ships in the night
Or is it a song of violent love
Especially
In time of wind
And herbal precipitations
27
The silence of the stone sleepers
And the tricked audience
28
Painted corpses are unweaving
I have not yet submerged them all
Much like the history of the black scarf
Ready to move time and air
During this
Year of one thousand nine hundred and ninety five
It is hard to silence the cry above mortuary reports
The woods and the grass still sprout from the once living
Because they are the most reliable
29
The dread of dead birds
In the ambient of a stake-out
Is the song of blood
Exists
A slightly higher pitched thought
Like the distances
Lave themselves with silence
We need them
At the beginning and the end of love
We always summon them then
30
Calderon said: life is a dream
A deceptive escort between two awakenings
Neither life nor death
Nor something third
Neither life after death
Nor death before life
And it dies among hour hands
Before it spends the night in our bodies
31
Two embraced clouds
Perhaps even two birds
Or a known scarf in a knot
Or a dream between two shapes
32
The shadow recedes
And the seraphim are lost
Biting within themselves on all corners of the world
33
The moon slides down the glade
But the crossroads is still in twilight
Out of which boney hands and witch chants
Would have your bareness in a cramp
Listen
Do not wait for the Sun without shadow
It does not differ a harlot
From a drowning woman upon a shore
I do not regret
That the river sand will cover every stanza
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Lyrics belong to everyone
Not even by escaping can you avoid her heaviness
So do not rush to anywhere
Do not feel the abdomen of the dark with your fingers
Sleep peacefully
I will counterfeit whatever is necessary
I will kill the chickens if the roses don’t stop them
35
Stopped by the fear of waiting
You do not grow
Not even into a dream catcher
36
Glass panes beautify life and love
Let them try to break the lens of our homes
And flowerpots fizzing with flowers of sin
38
I believe in the divinity of death
And the truth of demons
Because within them beauty deafens
Eyes of mine
I do not care when I will die
Your tricks cannot console me no more
39
Tonight the purple insides of the clouds
Awakened the obedient dead
Who raised their heads
Leaned on their boney hands
40
The valley of verses still lures
Daughters of light in Luna’s dresses
Sisters to themselves
Noiselessly they hail for each other in the world
And invite me into their circle of dance
In vain
Strained steps do not estrange
From abysses and focal points
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Missing – omnipresent
Their cry resembling a nocturno
42
Nine hours is sleeping
And the nine hour hands of the world
Nevertheless
There is an answer for everyone
Scorn, love
Limited life
And stranded ships
43
Is it true Doubting Thomas
That they told him:
For your possession
From thine mouth you win a right
While your day is dieing
And he
Condemned to circumstances in verve
Becomes everyone who supports him
Far away from the roads that gnaw on non believers
And he
Does not answer to the first word, not even on the second he speaks
Only on the third humbly and considerately
And he
Knows this life is for the dead
And not for the living
Not even the wall blasphemes
And he
Begs for the transparent innocence with eyes of balm
And accomplishment of the desolate
And he
Even cares not to be returned among the people
Learning in prayer