RAIN POEMS

THE WORLD MIRROR / SHAKE HEARTS
8.7.2017

 

The rain doesn’t wash me
Alone I take off my clothes
I tear them
Barefoot
I walk among oak trees which yell at me
O crazy
How you wear your skin
Under the rain!

 

There is warmth
Even the sun
Is not able
To give me

 
 

Poems Soliman al-Sheikh Husain, 2016-2017. Translation from Arabic Shurouk Hammoud, 2017.

Shake Heart -column publishes poetry in three languages. Photo by Hanna Hirvonen.