When All Was Asleep Poem by Georges Schehadé

When All Was Asleep



When all was asleep at the faithful house
and the wardrobes with the ages of grapes
a shadow leaf trailed on the ground of the doors
my mother happy to stoop down
beautiful as a myriad mornings

Saturday, November 15, 2014
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Georges Schehadé

Georges Schehadé

Alexandria / Egypt
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