Melankolia Melancholy

“يدفعون الأبواب خلفنا .
يرفضون - حتى - أن يرموا لنا رائحتنا
من الشرفات .
يصرُّ قمرُهم أن يتبعنا
رغم أننا نختفي منه في حارات جانبية .”
― عماد أبو صالح

“and God was there like an island I had not rowed to,
still ignorant of Him, my arms, and my legs worked,
and I grew, I grew,
I wore rubies and bought tomatoes
and now, in my middle age,
about nineteen in the head I'd say,
I am rowing, I am rowing
though the oarlocks stick and are rusty
and the sea blinks and rolls
like a worried eyebal,
but I am rowing, I am rowing,
though the wind pushes me back
and I know that that island will not be perfect,
it will have the flaws of life,
the absurdities of the dinner table,
but there will be a door
and I will open it
and I will get rid of the rat insdie me,
the gnawing pestilential rat.
God will take it with his two hands
and embrace it”
― Anne Sexton, The Awful Rowing Toward God

“و كلما توجهت رصاصة لصدره بدقة تامة ،
تمر لحسن الحظ
من ثقب قديم في القلب !”
― عماد أبو صالح

“Maybe I am becoming a hermit,
opening the door for only
a few special animals?
Maybe my skull is too crowded
and it has no opening through which
to feed it soup?”
― Anne Sexton , The Awful Rowing Toward God