Salah Abdel Sabour Poems

In this way the day slipped
off the slope of the sun
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If we were two boughs of a tree
The sun would nourish our veins
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The winter tells me I shall die alone
One winter just like this, one winter
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Restless she stirs as she reclines,
A setting sun,
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You spoke to me
Of winged horse-shoes
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It's my job, my lords, to sing!
I hug my lyre, all right,
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My position, my lords, I take
At the end of the corridor;
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The truth is, knights proud,
I felt you were
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