Seeing Poems
The Moor
by Nathalie Handal
This is what I see:
a grain of wheat in the hand of a small boy
barefoot on the unnamed roads,
sleeping in the dream another is having.
An ‘oud, a violin, a guitar,
a mirror of dew,
......
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Continue readingThe Moor
by Nathalie Handal
This is what I see:
a grain of wheat in the hand of a small boy
barefoot on the unnamed roads,
sleeping in the dream another is having.
An ‘oud, a violin, a guitar,
a mirror of dew,
......
