Suheir Hammad Poems

leaves and leaving call october home
her daughter releases wood
smoke from her skin
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poem supposed to be about
one minute and the lives of three women in it
writing it and up
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it is written
the act of writing is
holy words are
sacred and your breath
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his approach
to love he said
was that of a farmer
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I will not
dance to your war
drum. I will
not lend my soul nor
my bones to your war
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palestine's daughter
love making can be as dangerous
as curfews broken
guerillas hidden
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jeru
salem
sun
day
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The way loss seeps
into neck hollows
and curls at temples
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