Nariste Alieva
Translated by Philip Metres
the world's summit
a file of thoughts drains
slides on the line
coups and revolutions
of invisible paths in my soul
the world's summit
my tsunami
and the fate of clots
avalanches of secrets
and peals of thunder
and flames of the heat
the mad roar
and chill of wounds ...
* * *
I draw on the land
with my breath
above the earthly city
scattered stars
blink
narrating
the meaning of Being
one only imperceptibly
streams down
a tear
the earth changes its paints
dismantling leaves
and only I can hear again
the singular silence
* * *
I am the red spot
on a black surface of road
torn thread
of a last link
I'm the sad face
of a mute freak
brightest page
in the chronicle of a people
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