I trust all joy

“سمعتُ ما قاله رجل يحتضر لعائلته المحتشدة حوله،" روحي معلقة في الخارج حتى تجفمثل …”

“I long for the imperishable quiet at the heartof form.”

“Where has he gone, my meadow mouse,My thumb of a child that nuzzled in my palm?…”

“The visible exhausts me. I am dissolved in shadow.”