{"id":4,"date":"2005-05-20T04:19:00","date_gmt":"2005-05-20T12:19:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/?p=4"},"modified":"2005-05-20T04:19:00","modified_gmt":"2005-05-20T12:19:00","slug":"abdellatif-laabis-poem-for-florence-aubenas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/abdellatif-laabis-poem-for-florence-aubenas\/","title":{"rendered":"Abdellatif La\u00e2bi&#039;s Poem for Florence Aubenas"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>On 5 January 2005  Florence Aubenas, a French journalist, and her Iraqi guide Hussein Hanoun al-Saadi were abducted in Baghdad. They are still being detained by unknown captors, though 2 videos have surfaced on which Aubenas is seen forced to recite a prewritten text. A few days ago the Moroccan poet Abdellatif La\u00e2bi (who himself was jailed from 1972 to 1980 in Morocco for political reasons) published the following poem in a French newspaper. Here it is in my translation:<\/p>\n<p>Abdellatif La\u00e2bi<\/p>\n<p>Letter to Florence Aubenas<\/p>\n<p>Walled in<br \/>Your heart goes on beating<br \/>Deep in the darkness<br \/>In your heart<br \/>An eye has opened<br \/>It sees what we no longer know how to see:<br \/>The executioner\u2019s snarl<br \/>That lies in wait in each of us<br \/>The face of innocence<br \/>Trampled underfoot by the horde<br \/>The spark of compassion that alone<br \/>Can illuminate us from the inside<br \/>The hand that opens<br \/>For tenderness to burst forth<br \/>Like a fresh spring<br \/>The sign of recognition<br \/>Before the melting of the human metals<br \/>In the prodigious act of love<br \/>The mouth without make-up<br \/>From which will flow<br \/>The words of truth so rare<br \/>The seven letters that more than speak<br \/>Of our sovereign liberty<br \/>Walled in<br \/>In their own darknesses<br \/>Your jailers camp outside time and the world<br \/>Of their humanity<br \/>They only have a vague remembrance<br \/>They have no other members<br \/>Than their weapons<br \/>No other head<br \/>Than the boiling cauldron of their hate<br \/>No other heart<br \/>Than the pumice stone used to sharpen their knives<br \/>Walled in<br \/>In their own darknesses<br \/>Your jailers don\u2019t know what they are doing<br \/>And we forget the nights<br \/>To count only the days<br \/>Spinning in the violently lit circus<br \/>Of our insipid liberties<br \/>We think of you Florence<br \/>While hoping that an eye will open in our heart<br \/>And reveal to us<br \/>What we no longer know how to see:<br \/>Our daily gestures of small predators<br \/>That rarely don\u2019t know themselves<br \/>The color of the lie<br \/>Spread over the whole palette of discourse<br \/>The irremediable crack in our planet<br \/>To better separate<br \/>The elected ones from the misfits<br \/>The solid web<br \/>Of the spider of indifference<br \/>That slowly encircles our faculties<br \/>The bars against which we hit our foreheads<br \/>Watching the caravan<br \/>Of our dreams go by in the distance<br \/>Walled in<br \/>Your heart continues to beat<br \/>In your heart<br \/>The eye that opened<br \/>Now sees into us<br \/>It rereads our history<br \/>Translating it into all the languages<br \/>Generous prince<br \/>It even corrects its mistakes<br \/>And cautions us<br \/>To write a new page<br \/>Inspired by the lesson of the darknesses<br \/>Finally enthroning reason and it lights<br \/>You see <br \/>Florence<br \/>It is you<br \/>Who come to rescue us!<\/p>\n<p>Cr\u00e9teil, March 2005<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>On 5 January 2005 Florence Aubenas, a French journalist, and her Iraqi guide Hussein Hanoun al-Saadi were abducted in Baghdad. 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