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Not a star, not a prophet’s inspiration

not a pious face worshipping the moon,

here he comes like a pagan spear

invading the land of alphabets

bleeding, raising his hemorrhage to the sun.

Here he comes wearing the stone’s nakedness

thrusting his prayers into caves.

Here he comes

embracing the weightless earth.

Not a Star

Khaled Mattawa, translation from
the Arabic written by Adonis

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