From ‘Night’ by Etel Adnan (I)

19 February 2017

A passenger is boarding a ship. Let’s live before dying.

At times, an appetite for death creates a withdrawal into the nature of heat, turns the world into a blur.

A woman mourns her dead lover while everything buckles under her sorrow’s pressure. Her days are going to grow longer.

I can hear the night’s pulse. Divine will circulates around its edges. A precocious summer lies on a granite wall. The ocean is my land.

Disastrous are disasters. Paradise is such a lonely place that we are doomed, anyway. But at the meeting point of its rivers the horizon is always enlarged, the imagination, unleashed.

In the courtyard, the sun is scribbling shadows on the fading roses. I’m spending hours waiting for the next hour.

Love creates sand-storms and loosens reality’s building stones. Its feverish energy takes us into the heart of mountains. Sometimes, a frozen moon illuminates frozen fields.

There’s so much life around me, and I will have to leave.


[Read in Night, published by Nightboat Books]


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