Transformations Poem by Qassim Haddad

Transformations



You still talk irrationally in dangling interpretations.
Your eyes are startled, and mounds of clay have changed you.
You see troops drawing near,
your eyes are startled, and you talk irrationally.

translated by: Bassam Frangieh

Saturday, September 21, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: eyes
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