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By Saadi Youssef
This Iraq will reach the ends of the graveyard. It will bury its sons in open country Generation after generation, And it will forgive its despot… It will not be the Iraq that once held the name. And the larks will not sing. So walk – if you wish – a long time. And call - if you wish - on all the world’s angels, And all its demons. Call on the bulls of Assyria And the wetly gryphons… Call them And through the haze of phantoms Watch for miracles to emerge From clouds of incense.
- Amman , 1997
Translated from the Arabic by Khaled Mattawa
This poem appeared in AL Jadid Vol. 4, no. 25, Fall 1998