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.
Find more poems here.
3 comments:
A very evocative poem (I am thinking it should read "memories"?) And thanks for linking to the other poems.
A mystery - how eager the children are for things ripened and heavy.
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.
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