Mahpeykar by Sheikha A.
He fell like rain on my scaled ribs; weight of night, a canopying cove....
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He fell like rain on my scaled ribs; weight of night, a canopying cove....
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Would you agree, Afshan, that all poetry is an act of “translation” – that Latinate variant...
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You walk ahead yet moonlight keeps you in its sights. You move...
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I hit home with a punctured tyre, and fractured femur. Now pour, honey, sparkling coffee...
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