Poetry
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Mon Jan 16 2012
Translated from Arabic by Fady Joudah
The endings are not oursnot anyone’s.
Endings belong to
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Mon Jan 16 2012
Girls peeling skin, peeling splinters back, making origami
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Mon Jan 16 2012
Beauvoir’s art was fictionor Sartre’s love for her was fictionor both. And so
how to arrive at love
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Mon Jan 16 2012
Little mouse, littlegray hungerthat nibblesthe night to a bonytoothpick,little possibilityof
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Mon Jan 16 2012
There’s turbulence, the plane suffering mood swings,the good ones floaty, but you can’t count on
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Mon Jan 16 2012
What a lovelybunch of
Frenchterms.
What names.What attic
simulacra, whatvapid lilt.
The
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Mon Jan 16 2012
I
At Herod’s gateI heap flowers in a crate
Poppies, moist lilies—It’s dusk, I wait.
II
Wild iris—
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Mon Jan 16 2012
In the picture that wasn’t takenI lost my arthritis and started running
But was stillOverrun by the
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Mon Jan 16 2012
Mouths that breathe like fish out of waterFaster then slower pursed lips then gaping mouths
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