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Path of Light

Where have you come from? From the other world. And where are you going? Towards the other world. Rabi’a al-’Adawiyya “Song of the Hermit”   I slept for three centuries on a bed of stones I saw things men had forgotten I measured the distance that separated heaven from earth I read the palm’s lines I delivered the augury a voice not my own spoke from my mouth I disappeared into a city that had disappeared armed horsemen invaded our plains...

The Mothers

From now on the mothers will sleep alone among the portraits of the dead only the mothers know where they’ve gone and how the long labour of dying had distanced them already from the living alone from now on the mothers wander among the graves of the departed reciting down those avenues of death prayers in unknown languages telling the heavy beads of dispersed time they no longer measure time by nights that fall across the earth nor by mornings rising on the world...

Publishing in Tunisia: An Interview with Elisabeth Daldoul of Elyzad

Elisabeth Daldoul founded her publishing house, Elyzad, in Tunisia almost six years ago. My first experience with her was with A cinq mains, a book in which she published five short stories written by five different women writers either from the Maghreb or related to the Maghreb. She had asked each of us to write about the hand, drawing our inspiration from this powerful image in Maghrebi culture or simply approaching the theme in its more universal associations.  We were totally...

I Call You Tunisia

I I heard your voice at daybreak Like a scarlet dawn Giving birth in darkness The years’ turning back On themselves Rocking the ebb and flow On the shore of a sea At once full and empty I caught your light Lost a thousand times in the distance A thousand times recovered Beyond fog Beyond dreams Against the drowned reefs Your calling saved me from shipwreck II I mended the nets of your dreams Gnawed down with use Days without sails Masts and oars confounded On...

I Introduce Myself to the World

In poetry, one only inhabits the place one is leaving. -René Char The following poem was composed during a stay in Tunisia, the country of my birth, in July, my birth month: "here" in the text refers to "there." I introduce myself to the world mixed with my own shadows a cry is enough to greet the earth the sky and my forthcoming face here the sun is made of burning fire I introduce myself to the world which has always swayed in the rhythm of nights and days...

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