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Lot of Pictures
Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen
My letter friend,
We took together,
A lot of souvenir pictures
Near the bridge,
Near the door of the school,
Near the train station
Whose train goes down to hell.
And at the table of the dot,
Her glass filled with yearning,
We took the naked pictures that have nothing
But pain,
The naked pictures that have nothing
But the cries of the night,
The naked pictures that have nothing
But God's shirt.
Yes,
We took the colored pictures
With the color of the sunset at sea
Or the color of the tropical rain
Or with the
clouds of the
faraway winter
Or with the women's shades
Or with the sunlight
When the sun undressed along the great
ocean.
You called these pictures-
And you are right- poems.
You were delighted with them
Because you invented them
And you were the outside and the inside of them.
Whereas I will die without writing my poem
In which I say the naked truth without pictures
Without pictures of any kind.
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