Wadih Saadeh Poems

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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They open their doors before sunrise.
They open the two shutters of their windows
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They were telling their children about
the guardian angel of plants;
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Leaving their eyes behind while walking,
they rely upon past glances.
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They glided down towards the sea,
drifting from their mountains like soft shadows,
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