Qassim Haddad

1948

The Children

Those many children
who frolic around you
Have you chosen names for them
or will you leave the naming to the gardens?
Those green children
Will they ascend from depths
or topple from heights?
Those very tiny children
Now I see them
iridescent fishes
bottled in time
Their water, you.

Translated by: Lena jayyusi and Christopher Middleton
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