passageways-294By H. E. Sayeh

Translated by Fayre Makeig

from Issue 17: Some Kind of Beautiful Signal


 

Night still hasn’t passed.
            Oh, prodigious patience, stay—
without you, I don’t have the will to live.

The splendor of a false dawn might dupe us.
            The seasoned rooster knows
this is not the time for singing.


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