Handkerchief Poem by Ghassan Zaqtan
Handkerchief
Nothing's left to say between us
everything went
into the train that hid its whistle
in the smoke that didn't become a cloud
in the departure that gathered your limbs
Nothing's left to say between us
so let your death be
the insight of dazzling silver
and let the sun of those cities
be a rose on your shoulders
Translated by Fady Joudah.
Monday, October 13, 2014
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