Translated Poems  - Farrokh Tamimi

 
 


 

   

In Deep

At nights when my pulse

pounds seventy times

under my thumb

I wake with and owl's nest

at the night's intersection.

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When my blood pressure

makes the fluid mercury

rove between two seven and seven

I dig deep

into the winding sponge of my mind

with the claws of a noxious rat.

 

 

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