Sunday, January 9, 2011

Two Poems by Zaina Anwar

Fragment XI
(The Oyster)

One day, the oyster
would give birth to a pearl

so white and glistening,
it would cultivate light

as if through a prism
in the anonymous depths

of the raging


He came to me
with hot caresses
and lilies and solemn

By the time he left,
my heart
was a broken mirror.

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