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Feb 11, 2021 01:00 PM Feb 11, 2021 01:00 PM
We stopped in five stations and did not leave a souvenir. We did not shiver there, or get drunk, or strum a guitar. Five rivers of sand on the guitar. Five crosses made of silence: *** You are sad; I wipe the dust of the broken world off your eyelashes. You are naive; in our desert you are hoping to set sail. You are tired; your hair spreads shade between wakefulness and rain. You are alone as if we never shivered, or got drunk, or strummed a guitar. Bitter thirst on your lips, journeys in your eyes, you are a dark sapling flowering in the dark. I touch my voice when I touch your leaves. *** O five stations without a souvenir . . . O five rivers in a guitar . . . O five crosses made of silence . . . *** Do not leave me tonight crucified on the walls. *** Basra, November 11, 1961 _______________ Translated by Khaled Mattawa
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