Aug 17 2007
Poetry
I was reciting poem when she knocked the gate
I jumped over the sofa and Granazi flowerpot
and in the silence that was thrown on the water
I heard the sound of turning lock and the door that was pulled back
I saw myself behind the door
like the day that I was in the mirror
still he was ringing the bell
without saying anything like the day I was in the mirror
it entered the house and shook my hands
the hand that shut the gate and throw it out of the house.
I have not walked this long poem to return
I am standing behind the gate and ringing again and again
I know! The last couplet lines in this alley.
Translation: M. Alexandrian