Imen Benyoub

“but on this night
the universe is crawling
on skin soft with expectation
and I have untied silk rhymes
lifting the bluebird’s cleavage
you might as well have caged it
between your colored doubts”
― Silva Zanoyan Merjanian

“In a field
I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.”
― Mark Strand, New Selected Poems

“وفي كل مرة يسألك أحدهم "ماذا يعني أن تكون كاتباً؟" ستحزن، تسكت، وتتهرب، لأنه- وبكل بساطة - لا تعرف ماذا يعني أن تكون ملعوناً... بحب الآخرين وكرههم في الوقت ذاته.”
― باسكال عساف

“Morning’s nowhere in sight
a night walks
through dark streets of my thoughts
with heavy legs
dragging with it like a rag doll all my regrets
could have
should have
would have
blink in the dark
like cheap neon lights
irking weary night birds outside

morning’s nowhere in sight
to wash away with its light
the carcasses a night left behind
of regrets scattered all over dark alleys of my mind”
― Silva Zanoyan Merjanian, Uncoil a Night