Friday, March 13, 2009

Poetry Friday

Red pomegranate, juicy
swollen with seeds and memories
falls with the moon
into the hands of naked children

Tahar Ben Jellou
Translated by Nadia Benabid
from the flag of childhood: poems from the middle east selected by Naomi Shihab Nye

Find more poems here.


Yat-Yee said...

A very evocative poem (I am thinking it should read "memories"?) And thanks for linking to the other poems.

Cloudscome said...

A mystery - how eager the children are for things ripened and heavy.

SandyCarlson said...

A sensuous poem. Perhaps into the hands of naked children is the best place for such things to fall. Children can be honest with such wonders.