Translated from the Arabic by Fady Joudah

 

Nothing’s left to say between us
everything went
into the train that hid its whistle
in the smoke that didn’t become a cloud
in the departure that gathered your limbs

 

Nothing’s left to say between us
so let your death be
the insight of dazzling silver
and let the sun of those cities
be a rose on your shoulders

 

Photograph by BigOakFlickr

A Cloudless Sky
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