PINK FLOWERS
Pink flowers blossomed in the season I met you.
With your attentions they are opening again,
though these wounds had healed already.
How long could the columns support these houses shaken to their foundations? That old strangeness came back, as if our meetings had been done.
The body was still hotfoot with its infatuations,
the feet bruised on the way.
Parveen Shakir English Translation
Pink flowers blossomed in the season I met you.
With your attentions they are opening again,
though these wounds had healed already.
How long could the columns support these houses shaken to their foundations? That old strangeness came back, as if our meetings had been done.
The body was still hotfoot with its infatuations,
the feet bruised on the way.
Parveen Shakir English Translation
WHERE AM I?
Where am I in your life? In the morning breeze or the evening star, hesitant drizzle or sharp rain, silver moonlight or hot noon, deep thoughts or casual tunes? Where am I in your life? Down from work, a weekend’s interval on a beach, or an unintended silken release between your fingers from serial smoke? Or a readily replenished, freshened moment without wine, or a moment’s leave, anonymous, between the breaking of one dream of love and another’s beginning? Where am I in your life?
Where am I in your life? In the morning breeze or the evening star, hesitant drizzle or sharp rain, silver moonlight or hot noon, deep thoughts or casual tunes? Where am I in your life? Down from work, a weekend’s interval on a beach, or an unintended silken release between your fingers from serial smoke? Or a readily replenished, freshened moment without wine, or a moment’s leave, anonymous, between the breaking of one dream of love and another’s beginning? Where am I in your life?
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