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Fatiha Morchid
For my palms
When out of a nightmareYou come to me
To exchange
Your bed . . .
For my palms
I let my locks hang down
Like navy-blue curtains
Spread out the gloom of waiting
Like a Sufi carpet
Then like a gypsy wet-nurse
Sit in solemn submission . . .
Shaking fatigue off your feet
And clouds off your forehead
Telling the story
Of Sleeping Beauty
Hoping you lie
Forever in my palms.
© Translation: 2004, Fatiha Morchid
FOR MY PALMS
© 2002, Fatiha Morchid
From: Ima’aat
Publisher: Dar Attakafah, Casablanca
From: Ima’aat
Publisher: Dar Attakafah, Casablanca
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For my palms
When out of a nightmareYou come to me
To exchange
Your bed . . .
For my palms
I let my locks hang down
Like navy-blue curtains
Spread out the gloom of waiting
Like a Sufi carpet
Then like a gypsy wet-nurse
Sit in solemn submission . . .
Shaking fatigue off your feet
And clouds off your forehead
Telling the story
Of Sleeping Beauty
Hoping you lie
Forever in my palms.
© 2004, Fatiha Morchid
From: Ima’aat
From: Ima’aat
For my palms
When out of a nightmareYou come to me
To exchange
Your bed . . .
For my palms
I let my locks hang down
Like navy-blue curtains
Spread out the gloom of waiting
Like a Sufi carpet
Then like a gypsy wet-nurse
Sit in solemn submission . . .
Shaking fatigue off your feet
And clouds off your forehead
Telling the story
Of Sleeping Beauty
Hoping you lie
Forever in my palms.
© 2004, Fatiha Morchid
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