VII
from The Lady of Syros
Summary
Face without a face
nose sniffing out the dead wrapped tight in their bandages
my silent silhouette reigned over all the necropolis
The sculptor from Syros wanted it
he had pruned me like a sick tree
carved away what was superfluous to my survival
erased my surplus temporality
kept the invisible cry
the frozen gaze turned inwards
He enclosed me in a space defined for all time
clothed in nudity […]
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- A Handful of Blue EarthPoems by Vénus Khoury-Ghata, pp. 12Publisher: Liverpool University PressPrint publication year: 2017