Wadih Saadeh Poems

Oblivion has no stations
on this road
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With what meagre space
remaining between his hands
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That day
under the square's oak tree
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He walked two steps and touched
a plant he had planted the day before
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There she buried
her child, and waited
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Soon time will end.
Winds are approaching the immense wall.
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The day he left
his fingers remained on the lock
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It took its name
from water
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Death was not dancing in the squares only
but near the flowers,
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They were naked
and they had children
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