Hassan Najmi Poems

The corpse about which we know nothing
The corpse, which came from the past and went ahead of us
The corpse, which we call for
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I am not less blind than you.
Like you, I know how to step
although my eyes are not completely dead
although the flow of light is plentiful
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He was in utter solitude
and had nothing but words
He was one.
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I dust my mornings,
arrange the nights in the closet.
And because there must be a taste of a woman,
I remember you a bit and slip into my cold bed.
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I seek a safe place
For my mother's scent
And I hide the rose in my blood.
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Roses side by side .
They do not speak to each other .
And these seasons alternate over my body,
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Nothing remains:
only the wound of memory.
And the meeting place,
The smell of the paper of used books.
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In the neighbourhood bar
I saw my shadow drinking
a glass of wine.
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On a rainy night she stood crying.
Like defenseless rain she wept.
I did not lift my eyes from the book.
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In the light of your eyes
no light can save me except the lamp of my body.
With which legs can I join your dance
while all my body's flutes are dumb?
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