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the war

I seek a safe place
For my mother’s scent
And I hide the rose in my blood.

Silently
My mother came to me in sleep.
She kissed my forehead
And placed salt under the pillow.

Electrocuted sky.
And the ground is sprouting
With the martyr’s blood.
I see my mother’s face.
I saw it on the train that passed today
Loaded with the dead.

From: A little life

THE WAR

Hassan Najmi

Hassan Najmi

(Morocco, 1959)

Najmi’s early poetry, especially his first book Lavender’s Pricedom, represented a clear involvement with the traditions of the early Moroccan pioneers such as Ahmed Mejjati, Mohammed Serghini, Abdelkarim Tabbal, and others. However, his later poetry, embodied in his book A Little Life, effected in both subject matter and language a departure from these traditions and assumed a more contempo...

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n.a

a small woman

the window

the war

The Train Yard

the tavern

the four seasons

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the war

I seek a safe place
For my mother’s scent
And I hide the rose in my blood.

Silently
My mother came to me in sleep.
She kissed my forehead
And placed salt under the pillow.

Electrocuted sky.
And the ground is sprouting
With the martyr’s blood.
I see my mother’s face.
I saw it on the train that passed today
Loaded with the dead.

From: A little life

the war

I seek a safe place
For my mother’s scent
And I hide the rose in my blood.

Silently
My mother came to me in sleep.
She kissed my forehead
And placed salt under the pillow.

Electrocuted sky.
And the ground is sprouting
With the martyr’s blood.
I see my mother’s face.
I saw it on the train that passed today
Loaded with the dead.

From: A little life

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