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Fatiha Morchid
Jealousy
I am jealous of itShe robs me of my evenings
Lures you . . .
With news,
Stories,
And secrets . . .
That to you become more important than my secrets
It is the Sheherazade
Ravishing nightly my Shahriyar
I am jealous of it
She lies in wait at my pillow
Absorbing the pouring of my clouds
And the after-rain smell of earth
Destroying all,
Effacing with letters
My own fingerprints
O! would I were
The very ink
In this newspaper.
© Translation: 2004, Fatiha Morchid
JEALOUSY
© 2002, Fatiha Morchid
From: Ima’aat
Publisher: Dar Attakafah, Casablanca
From: Ima’aat
Publisher: Dar Attakafah, Casablanca
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JEALOUSY
From: Ima’aat
Jealousy
I am jealous of itShe robs me of my evenings
Lures you . . .
With news,
Stories,
And secrets . . .
That to you become more important than my secrets
It is the Sheherazade
Ravishing nightly my Shahriyar
I am jealous of it
She lies in wait at my pillow
Absorbing the pouring of my clouds
And the after-rain smell of earth
Destroying all,
Effacing with letters
My own fingerprints
O! would I were
The very ink
In this newspaper.
© 2004, Fatiha Morchid
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