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'Aisha Arna'out - (Untitled poem)




It troubles me
that water is colorless
air is tasteless
the hymen
is without tears.

The tenderness of thorns
their perpetual renewal
Wounds me:
The neighing of extinct beasts
in my blood
The scream of demons
dead under the trees
of remote shores.

I lay my rough palms
over a man's foot
a passing stranger
And bless my children
coming forth with the wind
Penetrating through time.


(Untitled poem 2)




Silently
She lived
Silently
She died
useless cunt
they said, after they knew
I
fell to my knees
before her corpse
Stripped her
of the shroud
with my nails
wrote on her tombstone
Something.





From "Women of the Fertile Crescent - Modern Poetry by Arab Women" Edited by Kamal Boullata

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