by Mohamed Dib
Close your doors
women, bitter sleep
will fill your nerves,
water and sand wore
away the trace of your step,
nothing belongs to you.
Far away the few
glimmerings of stars,
opaque, the earth around
the black dwellings
shelter your respite.
Close your doors
I am the guardian:
nothing belongs to you.
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Last updated June 30, 2015