Nouri al Jarrah Biography

To have gone back to Damascus
to have been able to.
To have left England,
to have opened a door in winter
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Had I known that I was beginning at the end
and the playful yellow
of the trees
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Not a night passes by without this glare rising, the abducted brilliance of my life;
without pavements forgetting me
and a train taking me again to the cemetery.
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My words are dying.
Bringing them water,
I arrive to find them dead -
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The denouement... but above and behind,
our retreat
saw in the last trail of summer
the spectre of a smile,
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