Of The Sea

 

I am pregnant with dolls,
Who, one day
Will fill the walls of my rooms,
Just as your shadow
Will silently escape
Through my tears.

Pour the wine
Into my empty eye.
Oh, how the world turns slowly.
How slowly it twists,
And how slowly it all falls
…………………………………….Apart.

You! Who hasn’t created me,
Or the sea,
Or anyone’s mother;
Give my name to me.
For it is my heart that now beats
Across the lashes and waves

Of your eyes.

 

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By Aida Amidi

Translated by David Erdos
Illustration: Claire Palmer


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