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those who cannot leave
discover the geography
of the body. there are also airfields
and harbors on the surface of our souls

don’t leave the Mediterranean
without telling her that you loved her:
her daughters and her sons went
North, a day of rain, or a day
of war

as for me, I belong to the stones
thrown for lack of helicopters,
to the women locked up,
to the political prisoners;
sometimes I regret my love of

but our solar mother star,
and the lunar father, in their way,
have entrusted us with useless
objects from a forgotten century

from "October 27, 2003"

Sarah Riggs, translation from
the French written by Etel Adnan

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