Appetite
The ancient shore, alone
With its open- chest wagon
Carries all this silver…
Where to?
Ruins
On the brackish face of the river’s waters
Lies the reflection of the mosques,
The orbits of houses,
The head of the hospital,
And the beauty of twilight…
Those two short poems were translated by Amal Ibrahim and kindly revised by the English poet George Szirtes
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