Taking Root

Anna Gréki
Algerian
1931 – 1966

 

Everything is in order
My loves folded inside my heart
my heart as steady as the horizon
I held the hands of friends, warmth
of seasonal homes. This is how
I burn with pride

Everything is in order
The blue gold of your veins in my gaze
on brooding mountaintops
in this tough air as patient as a lizard
I follow the straight path of nebulae
into the forest that self-devours

You walk inside my eyes so that I can rest
and exhaustion laid bare is harmed by your silence
You make the land buried in my memory sing
when I carve from my chest a thousand years of space
As I go I sow your presence
the anchor of your goodness in the depths of hatred
In your heart is a right of asylum and I make use
of you like I would cut my veins

Everything is in order
No longer can the sun
intoxicate me with snow from another side
My luggage suits me exactly
like skin. And while I keep vigil
night open at the pure flank of Ramadan
in the city heavy with steel my mother
puts away my books that she cannot read
and ages. Everything is in order

Translation by Marine Cornuet

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