Thursday, May 05, 2005

a sometimes morning ritual, i sometimes like to open my poetry for the people reader to a random page and sing/shout/murmur a poem out loud, in between brushing my teeth and putting my socks on.


when a man is in love
how can he use old words?
should a woman
desiring her lover
lie down with grammarians and linguists?

i said nothing
to the woman i loved
but gathered
love's adjectives into a suitcase
and fled from all languages

nizar qabbani