Ink and Stone
A Collection of Poems
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From “I and You Ink and Stone” Within the salty region of the eclipse, Our autumn path bares its feet, Our loaf rises in the veins of yeast, Our trees staring, slipping with the rain, Imbuing in water rings, Colliding with the breath of shells. You and I… And the sieve is tossed with no intention of mine Above my winged head; The naked coal stinging goblets of water, The fog complaining from the fog Immersed in crimson hair, Our imagination leaking together across a gathering of flowers Squandered with empty seedbeds. I visit the wind, The thunder awakens in fairytales The spider weaves the bridal gown Near a Bedouin tent… The thirst distance stretches betwixt my green lantern And fishtails, squirming behind the leaf. […] From “And I Left You Burning”: Amidst a cocoon, Amidst roots, Lay above the grass; Ruminate the seas and the sky! Tame the oak tree; The dream in the autumn sounds Wide-spread the boats!… The drowsy leaves emigrate... The press-mills wine Fall a martyr! You the shriveled grass, Rub the letters of the flute, Swallow the fir and the cypress, The flower wreaths, Veins Falling asleep and awakening Dancing with the ghosts…[…] From “On a Piece of Wood behind the Window…” There was the evening… And there was the rain Invading and blazing Then screaming out of regret… There was the evening, And there was the rain, Cracking the walls, In the dream of the Earth... I float on a piece of wood, I release the withered flowers, With the breathing of a bird, So that the trees die drowning... The fish swim above the eyelids… And Moses shouts: “I shall split the sea all over again... !”
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“The experiences of a young poetess and artist coming from the age of war and universal deceit are transformed into battles of thoughts and quietly drifting images, only to set the mind on a visualization and sensation time-bomb. The clashes of imagery harmonized with her expression present a depth that can only be witnessed by the movement of a painter’s brush or a sculptor’s fingers. Through her multi-artistic vision and multi-cultural background, Laure Keyrouz makes it easier to grasp a certain notion or tone of expression, and so it feels almost like watching art rather than reading it.” I and you ink and stone... A blind winter knitting our breaths with the scythe […] We stand with spider masks, Valleys blushing at our rumbling, The prayer kneels amongst us, A harp buries our bells, Exploding from a bird’s hideaway Concealing its throat on a wooden board, And the rain shower fearlessly eating into our past.
About the Author
My poetry written originally in Arabic and translated into English is inspired by the wild spiritual nature of the place where I was born, “Khadisha” the valley of the saints located in Bcharre, Lebanon. Since I was 12 years old, my dream was to publish a poetry book and to express the beauty of the place in all kinds of artistic forms. Now, what’s important for me is that my poetry exceeds all borders of silence and embraces the international society. I always believed in the strong influence and ability of all my fields of practice: poetry, painting, sculpture, installation and all kinds of contemporary Art, as means of expression of the state of mind. I hope that when the readers go in the depth of those verses with eyes closed, they can travel through those sculpted words with internal rhythms and imagine this sacred place filled with secrets, visions and magic.