I Can't leave The Song
(To Tuesday’s gossips)
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The comparison between Lattakia
and Paris
will not be in favor of Paris!
Not because I am greedy
and there is no limit to my contentment
but because
as you say
to love...
is something
and to fall in love is
Something else.
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When soil becomes more red
and trees with much riper fruits
If we look through
the window’s break
not from behind
the dimly glass.
Let it rain
and rain
and rain
our hope that the sky would dry up
two minutes away
when we will move down
checking the growth of pillars
and the ascending stairways
to upper floors
in the air.
\
Souvenir photos were taken for us
standing
with our muddy feet
on the trunks of palm trees
uprooted from their far-flung origins
and laid down here
like preys caught alive
snatched straight from traps
Wrapped in wet clothes still
ready to be raised
to save time
like natural columns
with crowns of fronds
in any garden
behind any fence.
...
Wonder what on earth
could we collect
if we climbed their long necks
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poem by Monzer Masri
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