"The truth, always the truth--at all costs"
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| 8993 06/02/2010 MOTHER (poem) IMEN BENNANI |
Mother Who is that woman drifting to the darkness of oblivion? Why is she strange like a city I visit for the first time? Why has she become so distant? like a dark spot buried in the horizon… Indistinct like a dead dried dot drained of life’s ink Dimmed like a hazy thought swallowed in the pits of neglect… Insignificant like a sad look erased by the icy hand of indifference A vague recollection Who is that woman who breastfed me? Who is that creature that milked remembrance out of me. c: Imen Bennani, June 2, 2010 Imen Bennani is a Tunisian poet and teacher, studying Arab American Poetry for her Ph.D. We are pleased to welcome her to T.A.N. We feel she holds great promise as a poet and scholar. |