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Naaman Regains His Color, an embodiment of the poem-vision, which is essentially a long poem, in addition to its dramatic structure, so that we find the interaction and response to the vision more vivid than turning to memory.
Excerpt from the poetry collection:
We shout now so that we do not die
We have a flower in conversations, a willow in clothes
And twenty guillotines and clouds
And the apple of the heart…
And the lost forest
In the distance and the fog
O tender woman
In the fruits of passion
And the wounds of eternity
How many wars remain for this body?
For distances do not end in the north
Nor do they end in the hills of the south
And we have nothing but our names
And the spread of gardens in sorrow and posters
We have nothing but this life
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