I am my own Grandpa
Many, many years ago When I was twenty-three I got married to a widow Pretty as could be. This widow had a grown-up daughter With flowing hair of red. My father fell…
Many, many years ago When I was twenty-three I got married to a widow Pretty as could be. This widow had a grown-up daughter With flowing hair of red. My father fell…
I kiss Grandma’s wrinkled hands My little head Becomes a hundred years old.
The clouds outdistance me The birds fly faster away Alone on the grass I lie
Trees have played and still a crucial part in our lives. I still remember how often I was asked to write essays about tress when I was at school, probably…
ثــــوب الـدرويـــش يــمــسك بالأرض يــديرهــا فتتــيه The robe of the dervish Holds the Earth tight Turns it; it goes astray
دوار الــنــــشوة يــصـــيــب صــــانــع الــفــخــــار يـــغــدو مـــزهــريـــة Dizziness of ecstasy Hits the pottery maker. He becomes a vase.
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