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Feb 10, 2021 06:45 PM Feb 10, 2021 06:45 PM
We bade you farewell years ago, we bade you the repenting elegy, O, halo of dead angels, O, language of fugitive locusts. The words are packed with mud. The words have adorned themselves with labour pains. Our absent wombs return to us. And here are the rains, here are the floods. O, language of debris and ruins, O, halo of dead angels. ___________________ Songs of Mihyar the Damamscene Selected and translated by Kamal Abu-Deeb
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