Poems by Sinan Antoon

Wars I

A Prism: Wet with Wars

To an Iraqi infant

 



Wars I

when i was torn by war
i took a brush
immersed in death
and drew a window
on war’s wall
i opened it
searching for
something
But
i saw another war
and a mother
weaving a shroud
for the dead man
still in her womb


from IRAQI POETRY TODAY (Zephyr Press, 2003) Translated from the Arabic by the poet