Andrée Chedid

(1920 – 2011 / Cairo / Egypt)

The Voice - Poem by Andrée Chedid

Where is the distant voice
That speaks like my soul?

Buried beneath daylight's clamor
Gold and the seasons

Beneath groaning streets
And the ferment of cities

In my grave of care
And blond laughter

In what bare tomb must I lie
To summon the voice
That speaks like my soul?

Topic(s) of this poem: voice

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  • Bhargabi Dei Mahakul (9/2/2015 2:33:00 AM)

    In grave of care still we hear the wonderful voice in such an interesting sharing...10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 2, 2015

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