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Poem

Wadih Sa’adeh

Glances

Leaving their eyes behind while walking,
they rely upon past glances.
Silence is lying over their bodies,
with soft winds of the dead
and the spirit of devastated places.
If clouds drift into their minds,
it rains in distant fields.

They walk.
When they are weary,
they lay down their glances and sleep.

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يتركونَ عيونَهُمْ و يمشون
متَّكئينَ على نظراتٍ قديمة
مُسجّىً على أجسادهم صمتٌ
مُسجَّاةٌ نسائمُ موتى
أرواحُ أمكنةٍ أُبيدَتْ
وفي بالهم إذا مرَّ غيمٌ
ينزِلُ المطرُ على حقولهم البعيدة.

يمشونَ
وحينَ يتعبون يفرشون نظرةً
وينامون.
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Glances

Leaving their eyes behind while walking,
they rely upon past glances.
Silence is lying over their bodies,
with soft winds of the dead
and the spirit of devastated places.
If clouds drift into their minds,
it rains in distant fields.

They walk.
When they are weary,
they lay down their glances and sleep.

Glances

Leaving their eyes behind while walking,
they rely upon past glances.
Silence is lying over their bodies,
with soft winds of the dead
and the spirit of devastated places.
If clouds drift into their minds,
it rains in distant fields.

They walk.
When they are weary,
they lay down their glances and sleep.
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