Summer Balcony Poem by Nouri al Jarrah
Summer Balcony
My words are dying.
Bringing them water,
I arrive to find them dead -
my words
which
were born
and lay on this balcony.
…
…
Days have passed
and I, as one drugged,
stare out
at yellow cars
on the hill.
Translated by Seema Atalla
Thursday, October 2, 2014
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