Poetry, WiTMonth

‘If I Were a Cat’: Rasha Omran’s Poetry in Three Languages

“If I were a cat / I would was my skin with my tongue / like this / your scent passing from my skin to my mouth, so I’d think I’d devoured you”

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Rasha Omran: ‘Now Death For Me Is No Longer Abstract’

“The concept of exile, I think, is usually accompanied by a feeling of alienation. I don’t feel alienated in Egypt. I don’t feel that I am a stranger. But had I been in my country in this age, would I have written about my loneliness? I am not sure. I tend to think no. So, perhaps this collection can be included in the poetry of exile.”

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