Asma Abdullah Jelassi
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“in the morning,
When Claude Monet waves to me from behind the sun
I check some poems that I concealed under the pillow
fearing that the wind will disperse them in the air like their predecessors
And I take my way to you.”
―
When Claude Monet waves to me from behind the sun
I check some poems that I concealed under the pillow
fearing that the wind will disperse them in the air like their predecessors
And I take my way to you.”
―
“من ينسى حزنه سريعا
يبكي لأسباب يجهلها”
―
يبكي لأسباب يجهلها”
―
“قلق على السرير
و ليل يأتي بالضجر المُعلق
على رف الكتب
كيف أفسر للذي يغيب عن قتلي
لماذا لا أموت حية الآن؟”
―
و ليل يأتي بالضجر المُعلق
على رف الكتب
كيف أفسر للذي يغيب عن قتلي
لماذا لا أموت حية الآن؟”
―
“I'm not that woman that you usually see among the crowd.
I'm another woman who lives alone between the walls of her room
-- as simple as a white handkerchief --
Without lipstick nor a bra...”
―
I'm another woman who lives alone between the walls of her room
-- as simple as a white handkerchief --
Without lipstick nor a bra...”
―
“Why, whenever the morning broke and the sun extended its arms
between the dirty alleys of the suburbs, you were that obnoxious face
and you played the role of a poisonous bullet penetrating the eyes
of persons who usually await you in the streets of the city?
where did that soft petal which you had guarded between your palms
Throughout the night hide?
How did you become a desolate forest encircled
by woodsmen from every direction?
Why did your whispers which you had sent slowly
to remove the braids of your sweetheart's hair tuft by tuft
turn into an annoying scream?”
―
between the dirty alleys of the suburbs, you were that obnoxious face
and you played the role of a poisonous bullet penetrating the eyes
of persons who usually await you in the streets of the city?
where did that soft petal which you had guarded between your palms
Throughout the night hide?
How did you become a desolate forest encircled
by woodsmen from every direction?
Why did your whispers which you had sent slowly
to remove the braids of your sweetheart's hair tuft by tuft
turn into an annoying scream?”
―
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