Saif Al Rahbi
Bells Will Not Toll Tonight - Poem by Saif Al Rahbi
The storm in front of my door
will not subside tonight.
Its Herculean armies have slammed shut the doors.
In the church's fading light
I glance at monks pulling handcarts,
fleeing to the mountains
on horses that stretch and strain in the wind
as if from the Byzantine age.
On this memorial night,
bells will not toll,
the storm will never subside.
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