I Used to Love Winter
Mahmoud Darwish
Fady Joudah, Translator
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In the past I used to bow to winter respectfully,
and listen to my body. Rain, rain, like a shameless love
letter flowing from the lewd heaven.
Winter. A calling. A hungry echo to embrace women.
An air seen from afar atop a mare
who carries the clouds white, white. I used to love
winter, I used to walk to my rendezvous happily

