PARADISE GATE (for Mahmoud Darwish)
Mahmoud Darwish: The great Palestinian poet who died August 9th, 2008, from complications arising from an open heart surgery o…
Something in me doesn’t want to sleep
I might wake up in the rubble of Berlin
or marooned on an island wearing shoes
or after everyone has left the train as it
chugs its desolation through the Alps
Or the light has gone out of the world
And the tea set for the saints in their crystalline robes
has no place for me at either a side table or even
way back in the shadows of the room where I might
hear fragments of their conversation concerning
the way light filters through the trees of Paradise in gradated
rays each color of which each musical
saturated color of which has a definite meaning in our
various spectrums of solitude mostly abandoned by a sudden
sweet Godly closeness
7/23/2004 (from Cooked Oranges)
Categories: Poems