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Blue Tree When your eyes meet my solitude Silence ripens, a fruit, And sleep turns into storm. Forbidden doors fling open And water learns to suffer. When my solitude meets your eyes Desire rises and spreads haughty like the tides, unceasing waves, or like sap trickling drop by drop, burning more than torment: A start that never stops. When your eyes meet my solitude I surrender rain-stripped and generous as a breast in a dream, tender as the vineyard that matures the sun. Pluralized, I surrender until your love-shoots grow high and unruly, unruly yet utterly mine. An arrow that returns to the bow, A blue palm nailed to my clouds, A mounting sky nothing could restrain. Joumana Haddad Translated by Najib Awad

 
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