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Hassan Najmi

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the window

Nothing remains:
Only the wound of memory.
And the meeting place,
The smell of the paper of used books.
From the window:
A song about an ancient love.
As if to write the book of the dead,
Night became his habit.
As if to entertain
A sadness that accompanies him
He dances alone at night.

From: A little life

THE WINDOW

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

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the war

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the tavern

the four seasons

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the blueness of evening

Close

the window

Nothing remains:
Only the wound of memory.
And the meeting place,
The smell of the paper of used books.
From the window:
A song about an ancient love.
As if to write the book of the dead,
Night became his habit.
As if to entertain
A sadness that accompanies him
He dances alone at night.

From: A little life

the window

Nothing remains:
Only the wound of memory.
And the meeting place,
The smell of the paper of used books.
From the window:
A song about an ancient love.
As if to write the book of the dead,
Night became his habit.
As if to entertain
A sadness that accompanies him
He dances alone at night.

From: A little life

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