Poem by Asem Kazem
Out And Sufficient In Black
And sometimes without borders,
I prepared the ammunition for your green spica,
for the gardens of your long hair.
On my shaky bed
and by the same voracity,
I am resigned,
infront of your
heavy twine night.
How many I dont want obsessions,
and how many I want!
I left with her secret,
and I leave the illfated revolution.
I missed a picture,
and I have said that I will take it,
alienation,horse,and the rear terrace.
I enjoyed your sapphire roar,
its the rain to water the asphall,
and its an arfiticailly happiness.
Its like your warm fragrance.
I barely can choked up by that genius.
I held my last courage
to the death bed,
to the mirror of the night,
and rising every blackness.
The language of poetry.
Our way is one , but we are far away.
Translated by Fatima Ahmad Kassab