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Seeing Herself Beautiful and Nubile

I see an orchard
where the time has come
For harvesting,
But I do not see
A gardener reaching out a hand
Toward its fruits.
Youth goes, vanishing; I wait alone
For somebody I do not wish to name.

BY QASMUNA BINT ISMA’IL

Translated by Christopher Middleton and Leticia Garza-Falcón

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