A B D E L L A T I F L A Â B I
__________________________________FOUR POEMS
Translated by Victor Reinking
Tonight
impossible to read or write
or accomplish the small tasks
that must be tended to
or that a careful prisoner invents;
I am frozen in the position of absence
my body disperses
the inner sun rising from my passions
the wind's dialect
filling the sail of the migratory space
I walk in starlit caravans
with all the diasporas of humiliation
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