Poem
Mohamed Bachkar
Toppling down
Fear not my toppling downWhich schisms melodised
In their scale’s flute
Or my singing
Which in heaven
Measures my wounds
With the stab of its beak;
For like a foetus I am
Despite
Women’s stoning me
With the moons in their breasts
© Translation: 2004, Norddine Zouitni
TOPPLING DOWN
© 2002, Mohamed Bouchkar
From: Khabtu Tair
Publisher: Dar Attakafa, Casablanca
From: Khabtu Tair
Publisher: Dar Attakafa, Casablanca
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Toppling down
Fear not my toppling downWhich schisms melodised
In their scale’s flute
Or my singing
Which in heaven
Measures my wounds
With the stab of its beak;
For like a foetus I am
Despite
Women’s stoning me
With the moons in their breasts
© 2004, Norddine Zouitni
From: Khabtu Tair
From: Khabtu Tair
Toppling down
Fear not my toppling downWhich schisms melodised
In their scale’s flute
Or my singing
Which in heaven
Measures my wounds
With the stab of its beak;
For like a foetus I am
Despite
Women’s stoning me
With the moons in their breasts
© 2004, Norddine Zouitni
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