Khawam Semaan - 6.8 Beirut time We were sad now we're dead.
by Louise Glück ( 2020 Nobel Prize winner in Literature, born in New York)
There was an apple tree in the yard —
this would have been
forty years ago — behind,
only meadows. Drifts
off crocus in the damp grass.
I stood at that window:
late April. Spring
flowers in the neighbor's yard.
How many times, really, did the tree
flower on my birthday,
the exact day, not before, not
of the immutable
for the shifting, the evolving.
Substitution of the image
for relentless earth. What
do I know of this place,
the role of the tree for decades
taken by a bonsai, voices
rising from tennis courts —
Fields. Smell of the tall grass, new cut.
As one expects of a lyric poet.
We look at the world once, in childhood.
The rest is memory.
from Meadowlands (Harper Collins).
Semaan Khawam - Sculpture Painting - Detail of a recent Triptych he made with Fadi Chamaa.