The Stream Poem by Suzanne Abou Said Daou
The Stream
boast O tired stream
your source is a mountain
your estuary's a life
birds' singing keep you alive
and an ecstatic hawthorn overshadows you...
with love..
flowers, and fruits...
by a boulder softened by your murmur
i spent a part of a day
wished i spent the evening too...
meditating starlets swagerring on your suface
and breaking up on your sleepy eyelids...
and catch fire...
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 6:43:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Sadly the stream now, is a concrete channel that changed the whole geography of the land, but it's still present in my dreams...and what i try to write as poems...