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ADONIS: “TWELVE CANDLES FOR GRANADA”<br />
By Samuel Hazo<br />
A<br />
nyone who has had the opportunity to visit<br />
the Alhambra comes away from the visit<br />
knowing th<strong>at</strong> wh<strong>at</strong> he has seen is more than<br />
architecture. It is actually a testament th<strong>at</strong> began<br />
in the twelfth century, before being defaced and<br />
otherwise partially destroyed until its restor<strong>at</strong>ion<br />
and resurrection in the nineteenth century. And<br />
th<strong>at</strong> history survives in the <strong>at</strong>mosphere and, if<br />
you will, the spirit th<strong>at</strong> pervades it. I sensed it<br />
when I walked through it less than ten years ago,<br />
listening to a knowledgeable guide tell me th<strong>at</strong><br />
the various fountains there were symbols <strong>of</strong><br />
wealth to people <strong>of</strong> the desert, like the Syrian<br />
and North African Arabs who cre<strong>at</strong>ed them.<br />
Adonis in “Twelve Candles for Granada”<br />
evokes the spirit <strong>of</strong> the place in the twelve<br />
sections <strong>of</strong> the poem, each devoted to a different<br />
aspect <strong>of</strong> it. I have worked from both the<br />
original Arabic and a Spanish transl<strong>at</strong>ion <strong>of</strong> th<strong>at</strong><br />
original published in Spain and generously<br />
passed on to me by the distinguished artist<br />
Kamal Boull<strong>at</strong>a. In both cases I had to rely<br />
heavily on linguists, but I hope th<strong>at</strong> I have<br />
caught in my versions — as I have tried to in<br />
other transl<strong>at</strong>ions <strong>of</strong> the poetry <strong>of</strong> Adonis — the<br />
spirit <strong>of</strong> his poetic vision <strong>of</strong> the place as well as<br />
something <strong>of</strong> the place itself. If so, th<strong>at</strong><br />
is wh<strong>at</strong> I intended. If not, the failing is mine.<br />
Adonis<br />
Twelve Candles for Granada<br />
1<br />
Heaven and earth are <strong>at</strong> home here<br />
between the Mediterranean and the Sierra<br />
Nevada.<br />
<strong>The</strong> mountains and shores and waves<br />
are like friends shaking hands,<br />
and the sea reflects the shore and treetops in<br />
reverse.<br />
At the G<strong>at</strong>e <strong>of</strong> Gomerez<br />
I see the ghosts <strong>of</strong> poets climbing one by one<br />
to the Alhambra:<br />
Hugo, Gongora, Jimenez, Rilke, Lorca,<br />
and I hear Armando Palacio Valdez:<br />
“I wish I had been born in the Age <strong>of</strong><br />
Granada.”<br />
This space cannot contain the echoes <strong>of</strong> history.<br />
Wh<strong>at</strong> history can hold the spirit <strong>of</strong> Granada?<br />
Only a poet can ask the right questions,<br />
can understand the airy language <strong>of</strong> the<br />
myrtle<br />
and taste the wine <strong>of</strong> revel<strong>at</strong>ion on his lips.<br />
2<br />
<strong>The</strong> Alhambra opens its doors to heaven<br />
every afternoon to welcome its children.<br />
Its welcome resembles the spirit <strong>of</strong> a hand lifted<br />
in prayer<br />
while its other hand contends with blood and<br />
wounds.<br />
Here is el Darro barefooted,<br />
his only garment a bracelet.<br />
<strong>The</strong> walls accept the fusillades <strong>of</strong> sunlight<br />
until they seem like tapestries <strong>of</strong> sun and<br />
colors.<br />
I find my way to darker pleasures and put away<br />
my cares.<br />
I seem to be the Adam <strong>of</strong> Cre<strong>at</strong>ion,<br />
and Eve is the Alhambra itself.<br />
And so I dream, I dream<br />
for without dreams I am nothing<br />
but food to slake the hungers <strong>of</strong> the night.<br />
3<br />
Am I coming or going<br />
as I move through arches and curves where<br />
the jasmine<br />
<strong>of</strong> each moment totally intoxic<strong>at</strong>es me?<br />
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