Mohammed Dib Poems

Brush between your teeth, naked
you'll come out, and begin laughing
about toothpaste. Much commotion.
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The character, there on a Hollywood
plateau OK he looks a lot like me.
OK, he expresses his momentary joy:
he hasn't had to rehearse his role.
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Freeway freeway freeway.
Blocks of houses, buildings turn
all eyes. There had been a massacre.
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Close your doors
women, bitter sleep
will fill your nerves,
water and sand wore
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But I'll barely sing
so that your pain not
impinge on your sleep;
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Do not ask
if the wind trailing
along the peaks
fans a hearth;
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Cooking pot consecrated to the stars
the glasses which we raise then,
we empty. And neither the first no.
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Sleeping hurts
even less.
And for a hundred years
he has shut his eyes.
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Did you have to leave?
The children play outside.
They don't stop yelling.
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Playing the hand without you,
existing without you: not them.
The luck of having you.
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