Analysis of The clinic of longing

The clinic of longing
By:
Rasha El Khateeb
Translated by :
Hassan Hegazy Hassan

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Among those parts of the dead remains
I no longer belong to these people,
the mummified bodies.
The priests' hands spy on God's made
on those bodies.
You are not like their gods.
You are like the boys of the cave,
Spreading for me a warm hug,
which is wide like my old dream.
You are stacking your name for me
Like the scattered pearl in my mouth.
I came to you carrying a pain
that became a thousand.
I came with my eye but I lost it
behind your mask.
Does healing flash behind a sheet of glass?
Or misery is over-lasted like
a silent and deadly ocean floor?
I pretend that I am exiled from the lost generation,
having no desire to cling to a song ,
I left her shivering inside me,
I meditate sadly that stylized autumnal texture
of my life.