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Poem

Mohamed Bachkar

A self

As if I were nature itself
I stretch my legs
Like two rivers
On the chairs of alluvium
As if I were a god
With flying locks
The whiteness of which
Night appropriated
like a flock of doves . . .
            With mountains’ shoulders
            And a sun’s forehead

A SELF

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A self

As if I were nature itself
I stretch my legs
Like two rivers
On the chairs of alluvium
As if I were a god
With flying locks
The whiteness of which
Night appropriated
like a flock of doves . . .
            With mountains’ shoulders
            And a sun’s forehead

A self

As if I were nature itself
I stretch my legs
Like two rivers
On the chairs of alluvium
As if I were a god
With flying locks
The whiteness of which
Night appropriated
like a flock of doves . . .
            With mountains’ shoulders
            And a sun’s forehead
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