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Whenever a dictator falls from history’s throne, studded with our tears My palms burn from applause. But as soon as I return home And switch on the television, Another dictator spews out Of the mouths of the crowds, inflamed by whistles and cheers …Drowning in laughter At my naivete, My eyes burn with tears. ......... ...... Baghdad, 29 June, 1992 Garden of the Association of Historians ------------------------- (Sadhaja – page 43) from the collection, Under a Strange Sky (Taht sama’ ghariba) published by Bazzaz Publishing (London), 1994 __________ Translation by Nancy A. Coffin
الكاتب: عدنان الصائغ
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