The Nonconformist The Train Of Sorrowsby Nizar Qabbani

I take thousands of trains and I ride my tragedy I ride the cloud of my cigarette I carry in my only one suitcase the addresses of my lovers who were once my lovers The train runs fast fast and chews up on its way the flesh of distances devours the orchids on its way devours the trees on its way licks the feet of lakes The train’s conductor asks me about my ticket and my next stop— is there another stop?

The hotels of the world don’t know me or the addresses of my lovers There is no sidewalk I go to on my trips My sidewalks are all running away from me My sidewalks are all running away from me Source: https://nonconformist-mag.com/the-train-of-sorrows/

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