Whatâs an embrace but warmth shielding you from a frigid world?
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from âFarewellâ by Nofel

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Whatâs an embrace but warmth shielding you from a frigid world?
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from âFarewellâ by Nofel

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After MontrÊal, my beloved city
âMy love lasts more than my lifetime,â I say in Arabic.
MontrÊal & I shake our hips night & day in Arabic.
âWe all live seven lives. Thereâll always be birds flocking in
 even numbers,â I heard on the subway in Arabic.
Over the seabed, fish snivelled when the son left. His eyes,
arrows tearing the moon. We sing, we pray in Arabic.
Arabic wouldâve never been were it not for our eyes.
O yesteryear poising on eyelids, grey in Arabic.
If youâre in love, why deny it? All endearments are one.
Paint me a mural in an alleyway in Arabic.
I watched his mouth trail my body, called him âya habibi.â
I sniffed his body hair. I let him lay in Arabic.
I cry & laugh better in English, my now mother tongue.
I have never found a mother per se in Arabic.
I dream of the word ÂĢ revenir Âģ & the rest is English
until I rise to the Moorsâ songs. We stay in Arabic.
Here, take this cradled tongue, this propagated love, this sown
hope. This isnât ghazal. Itâs your first bouquet in Arabic.
Nofel, "In Arabic"
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Author: Iwan Rhys Morus Iâve just finished re-reading a book I first (and last) read when I was twelve or thirteen. Welsh SF was a rare commodity in the 1970s. The classic Wythnos yng Nghymru Fydd âĻ
Adolygiad o nofel Owain Owain.Â

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