Sculpture by Chahine Raffoul
[This is the second in a series of poems translated from the Arabic of George Nicolas El-Hage’s If You Were Mine. For the first installment, and information about the poet, click here.]
Exile
My unbelief and sins and faith
And black cares watch over me
September and March come
And I am in my room, collapsing
A nightmare wears my sorrows …
It comes to me also, comes to me
News, my dark one, threw me
Into your eyes’ hollow it threw me …
Other years I wait
December and January …
The room swells in my breast
I die slowly …
The room swells in my breast
I live through seasons, unaware,
That exile is my country.
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