Come let us walk under a silent sky with stony tongue Walk on the years. Walk, walk and exercise, Walk and send the words from tongue to tongue. Come let us open the dictionary and greet the words, Open the books and read on the paper what the poets wrote. Come let us walk barefoot on the silence, so we don’t wound the words. To whom is this shirt with a bloody collar To whom is this coat on the clothes hanger Dripping with blood And this mark from a step at the door, And the strange smell in the […]
Nouri al-Jarrah: A Boat To Lesbos – Tablet III (Poem)
