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Fatiha Morchid
A swing
On the choice swingFear hurls me
Into the bosom of “No”
Desire grows for “Certainly”
Persistence rebels
“No”, “A thousand times no”
then, “Aye”, “Certainly”
. . . and “Why not”
I run away from the decision guillotine
To embrace “Perhaps”
While . . .
While . . .
© Translation: 2004, Fatiha Morchid
A SWING
© 2002, Fatiha Morchid
From: Ima’aat
Publisher: Dar Attakafah, Casablanca
From: Ima’aat
Publisher: Dar Attakafah, Casablanca
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A swing
On the choice swingFear hurls me
Into the bosom of “No”
Desire grows for “Certainly”
Persistence rebels
“No”, “A thousand times no”
then, “Aye”, “Certainly”
. . . and “Why not”
I run away from the decision guillotine
To embrace “Perhaps”
While . . .
While . . .
© 2004, Fatiha Morchid
From: Ima’aat
From: Ima’aat
A swing
On the choice swingFear hurls me
Into the bosom of “No”
Desire grows for “Certainly”
Persistence rebels
“No”, “A thousand times no”
then, “Aye”, “Certainly”
. . . and “Why not”
I run away from the decision guillotine
To embrace “Perhaps”
While . . .
While . . .
© 2004, Fatiha Morchid
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