Attention fraying in late afternoon light, soon day will be done, not the work incumbent on it —whatever that might have been— Gnarls of an old text in the other alphabet: can I unknot them, reweave mirror fabric of liminal unravelings? * Liminal space where exiles with dictionaries lose themselves: barzakh, Arabic isthmus, the span from death to resurrection in Farsi: limbo, where Socrates murmurs to unbaptized babies in contrapuntal cognates, they hear fardous, paradise.. Copyright © 2016 Marilyn Hacker. Used with permission of the author. |
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