Muhammad Hesham Poems

Other passers-by
come,
from where we used to come,
and go into the night.
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In my morning this morning
Who looks at me, in surprise,
From the mirror?
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Nothing else is here but remains.
Nothing else.

Remains of a dialogue
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A night is searching its night:
It is not this darkness
Nor the sombreness of the sea
It is not the slumber of plants
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(To: Yelena Anatolyevna Shakhovtseva, Russia)


Was it paradise or hell,
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(To: Oyinade Ogunba, Nigeria)


The sky here has no windows
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Not only hands
Words fail the poet too.
From the hidden depths of the soul
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There is always a little flame
In the darkest of all nights.
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Butterflies
Are not to be captured
In a net or in a poem.
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(To: Gaisha Syzdykova, Kazakhstan)


Many are the ships
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