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Joyce Mansour (Egyptian-French, Bowden, U.K. 1928–1986 Paris)
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Portrait of Joyce Mansour, ca. 1950 - by Gilles Ehrmann (1928 - 2005), French
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—Splayed on your shadow Pounded by your tongue—
—Joyce Mansour, excerpt of "I want to Sleep with You Elbow to Elbow", in When Can I See You Again, translated by Emilie Moorhouse
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He removes her soul from the comfort of her bed And sucks on her agony.
— Joyce Mansour, Emerald Wounds: Selected Poems, transl by Emilie Moorhouse, (2023)
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Joyce Mansour, from a poem titled "Tinfoil," translated by Martin Sorrell
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the poetry foundation poem of the day ……..
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Ph. La bouquiniste
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Une femme créait en elle le soleil
Et ses mains étaient belles à voir.
La terre s'ouvrait sous ses pieds fertiles
Et l'enveloppait de son haleine orangée
Fécondant ainsi la sérénité.
P.33
Joyce Mansour " Cris" Pierre Seghers Ed.
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For I must wander On the deep sea bed Showering pearls on dead men Gathering shells And sweeping the shadows of passing boats With my falling hair Across the sliding sands into the mouth of hell
-Joyce Mansour, "Torn Apart"
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I want to sleep with you elbow to elbow Hair entwined Genitals enlaced With your mouth as a pillow. I want to sleep with you back to back Without breath to keep us apart Without words to distract us Without eyes to tell lies Without clothes. I want to sleep with you breast to breast Clenched and sweating Glistening from a thousand shivers Consumed by the wild inertia of bliss Splayed on your shadow Pounded by your tongue And to die between the rotted teeth of a rabbit Contented.
Joyce Mansour
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Three days of rest Why not the tomb I can't breathe without your mouth The wait distorts the close morning And the long hours of the staircase Smell of gas Flat on my face I wait for tomorrow I see your skin glowing In the big gap of night The slow swing of the beautiful clear moon On the interior sea of my sex Dust on dust Hammer on a mattress Sun on a lead drum Always smiling your hand pounds indifference Cruelly dressed leaning toward emptiness You say no and the smallest thing that Bends its back shades a female body Artificial Nice Imitation perfume of the hour on the couch For which pale giraffes Did I leave Byzantium The putrid solitude A moonstone in an oval frame Again sleeplessness of stiff joints Again a flickering dagger in the rain Diamonds and delirium the keepsakes of tomorrow Sweat of taffeta beaches with no shade Foolishness of my lost flesh
The Sun in Capricorn by Joyce Mansour (Translated by Molly Bendall)
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Joyce Mansour's 'Emerald Wounds' Makes Griffin Poetry Prize's 2024 Longlist
March 21, 2024 – The Griffin Poetry Prize — one of the world’s largest and most celebrated poetry prizes — yesterday announced their 2024 longlist. Among the longlistees was Egyptian poet Joyce Mansour’s Emerald Wounds: Selected Poems, translated from French by Emilie Moorhouse. (Read selections from Emerald Wounds here.) Joyce Mansour (1928-1986) was born in Bowden, England, to Jewish-Egyptian…
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Mentre tu dietro la finestra inzuccherata di rabbia
Tu sporchi il tuo letto di sogni mentre mi aspetti.
Joyce Mansour
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For your name will be written on the tablet of her soul In capital letters of blood.
Joyce Mansour, Bird of Prey: Rapaces
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"Apri le porte della notte. Troverai il mio cuore impiccato. Nell’armadio, i sentori dell’amore appesi tra gli abiti rosa dell’alba divorati dalle tarme, la sporcizia. E gli anni, appesi senza vestiti, stracciati dalla speranza. Il mio cuore dai sogni galanti vive ancora".
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🔸Joyce Mansour ~ dip. Anatoliy Kalugin
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Emerald Wounds, a new translation of Joyce Mansour's poetry, is out today from City Lights Press, which is offering 30 percent off the cover price on their site.
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:: I Stole the Yellow Bird, 2023 by Joyce Mansour ::
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