Samih al-Qasim Poems

Bats on my windows
suck in my words
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My city collapsed
The wall clock remained
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It was a wish of mine to tell you
A story of a dead nightingale
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Don't you feel we have lost so much
that our ' great ' love is now only words ,
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On the day you kill me
You'll find in my pocket
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I planted the tree
I scorned the fruit
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