Choman Hardi Poems

Soon they will come. First we will hear
the sound of their boots approaching at dawn
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Neither do the white bodies of the universe
say good morning to her
nor do the handmade stars
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On a simple sheet of paper,
the moon sent these simple lines
to the sun's house:
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According to the latest classification, Kurds
now belong to a species of bird
which is why, across the torn, yellowing pages
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It sparks lightning
and broadcasts thunder.
It cancels drought
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Unlike her friends,
she can't boast a waist any more.
Her hips don't swing and sway.
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I will inherit my mother's kitchen,
her glasses, some tall and lean others short and fat
her plates, an ugly collection from various sets,
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Bewildered as leaves on the wind's wing,
drear as the space between motes of dust,
lustful as the gaze of fire, colourless
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I'm not here.
What a shame, tomorrow day will break
and I won't be here anymore.
Shame, I won't be here tomorrow
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Our nation is as lonely
as Father Adam was
before the fertile
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