The sixth issue of Seedings has work by Egyptian poet-novelist Youssef Rakha in Robin Moger’s translation:
The poem opens:
& I didn’t taste her lips
& company didn’t show until the final day I filled the space that’s for your body
consciously or lost
in dreams like a festival
& thought of her a little
& missed you
Keep reading at Seedings, and follow with a collection of 12 other poems by Rakha, tr. Moger:
The Angel of Death gives counsel to a bereaved parent
The Angel (A god who renounced his faith)
