There are some who must speak, speak on to the shadow in the corners
About scarring wounds which are hard to heal
On the clearest of nights
And of ponds yawning One might say, in the face of a wall
That would hold them down.
There are some who must hug that very wall, and try to open it
With words, with names still to be found
For that which has no form and has no name.
From Elegies, by Guillevic
I saw many things on earth
I saw a child who sniffed the moon
I saw a gateless cage in which light was fluttering a flight of stairs that love was mounted to the roof of heaven
I saw a woman pounding light in a mortar...
Excerpt The Water's Footsteps by,Sohrab Sepehri
