Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










Fadwa Suleiman

LAUREL

I’m sitting alone in my room
my clothes scattered around me,

and the suitcase that took to the road with me when I fled

I keep telling it about our return, soon
When we go back, you’ll carry my clothes that crossed the border inside you
We’ll pass through the cities, walk on their streets once more
We’ll write in the dust with our own ink
and our ink to us will be attar and laurel

 
 
 
 
Translated from the Arabic (Syria) by Marilyn Hacker