Still Life Poem by Saadi Youssef

Still Life



The house plant
Bends under the heavy air.
On the table
Among a full ashtray and a tobacco bag
Were bills of Gas & Electricity,
The ship sails on the wall
The bird pecks at the singer's head
(A CD cover)
I disturb my room,
It gets narrow.
The ship disappeared
Night sits in the corner
Wrapped up in the thick air.

Translated by the author.

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