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| Abdel latif Moubarak |
Brilliance Without Identity
By Abdel latif Moubarak Egyptian poet
A secret still resides within your eyes, a pearl,
You confess... everything that never was.
You grant the heart a bolt
And should the nights grow too narrow for us to live,
The harvests of passion sometimes lay siege to us.
A sign of something... we comprehend it... we touch it,
It lived within the tremors of lightning,
Brilliance Without Identity.
In the silence, the nectar was held,
And the hidden heresy in the burning pulse,
Brandishing the light of longing,
Playing the melody of permanence,
The crowning explosion for the sorrow, stained
With blood... and with tears.
.....
And still, in your eyes, a joy remains,
Fertile in its roots... the salvation
For the disappointments of a tragic touch.
And I feel you, in my blood,
The fissures of feeling's freshness,
For the ground of this seed,
From the ache of the masses,
An existence...
A being for the sense refined,
From the diaspora of memory.
