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Ahmed Mejjati
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That drunkard stumbled down over his lips and fell.He shined the mirror’s splinter of his sorrows and saw
His own funeral: lips chewing prayers
A star shouting and fading away.
Then slipped away from his hands a vine’s dream, a rosary,
And a mother hanging linen on the roof.
Filled with barking, he closed his eyes, bit his tongue, and drew away.
© Translation: 2004, Ahmed Mejjati
Translated by Norddine Zouitni
From: Chivalry
Publisher: Publications of the national council for Arab culture, Rabat, 1987
Translated by Norddine Zouitni
From: Chivalry
Publisher: Publications of the national council for Arab culture, Rabat, 1987
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Arrival
That drunkard stumbled down over his lips and fell.He shined the mirror’s splinter of his sorrows and saw
His own funeral: lips chewing prayers
A star shouting and fading away.
Then slipped away from his hands a vine’s dream, a rosary,
And a mother hanging linen on the roof.
Filled with barking, he closed his eyes, bit his tongue, and drew away.
© 2004, Ahmed Mejjati
Translated by Norddine Zouitni
From: Chivalry
Publisher: 1987, Publications of the national council for Arab culture, Rabat
Translated by Norddine Zouitni
From: Chivalry
Publisher: 1987, Publications of the national council for Arab culture, Rabat
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