Two poems by Fethi Sassi
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19 September 2018
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The sigh of a train

 

How could I live without your lips

I draw maps of this doom anew

And from the hole in my window I sew a story of the silk of your cheek

The one laying on a cloud sneaking in to my blood

Then it stands on a train platform

Travelling like the joy of a child

Hidden from all places

Because a cloud had lost its earring in the crowd of your lips

And the pavement is now choking on the incantation of the stations

And scared of the sigh of a train

 

 

Clouds

 

Usually I do not cry in my poems

So that languages don’t hear me

And assume that I’m a crying poet

And so that the whores won’t gossip

And simply I will not write other poems

I won’t be in my chair to observe the clouds

The silently passing by clouds

And I won’t observe the dead

I will always be there however

In my balcony waiting for water

 

POETRY AND TRANSLATION FETHI SASSI

 

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