Monday, April 12, 2010

An Egypt That Does Not Exist


I want to say words that flame
as I say them, but I keep quiet
and don't try to make both worlds
fit in one mouthful.

I keep secret in myself
an Egypt that does not exist.
Is that good or bad? I don't know.

For years I gave away sexual love
with my eyes. Now I don't.

I am not in any one place.
I do not have a name for what I give away.

Whatever Shams gave,
that you can have from me.

3 comments:

Odile said...

I have been looking for this poem for many years. Which diwan is it coming from? Thank you for answering. Odile

Ruth said...

Hello, Odile. I'm afraid I do not know the answer.

Odile said...

Thank you. If you discover the answer, please let me know.