News at Eleven: "The last corridor to the airplane.

A woman kisses her drooping lover on the lips whenever he takes a step. A rhythm that equates steps and kisses. Next to me on the plane a woman pours herself on her seat like a thin light. A crooked nose. She is weeping. I do not dare ask her the reason.

Perhaps her heart, like this era, is full of holes," Adonis writes.

In this last line we see one of Adonis' repeating gestures: a sudden leap from the personal to the universal and back. Just as the poet seems to be equally comfortable with traditional and innovative forms, short poems and poems of epic length, he is equally able to move from minute details to sweeping yet insightful generalizations.

from The Prague Post: Adonis: Selected Poems reviewed

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