the visible

The sun and the heart

Like freedom

Are eternal




The past that lacked           

Desire

Is as radiant as

Morning prayer




Soul and myth

Are boughs of one tree

Since both are attached

To the unseen




The visible! The visible!

What sight could possibly pass through

The holiness of your sanctuary

The one rife with talismans




Let us open more than one sky

For our calls

To touch the hem of the moment of sublimation




 Oh heart, stop interrogating the unseen

For once you do

One question simply leads you to another


poem by:Jean Dammu


Translated by: Amal Ibrahim


kindly revised by the poet: George Szirtes