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Where
Poetry hides
somewhere
behind the night of words
behind clouds of hearing,
across the dark of sight,
and beyond the dusk of music
that’s hidden and revealed.
But where is it concealed?
And how could I
possibly know
when I am
barely able,
by the light of day,
to find my pencil?
Taha Muhammad Ali
(Taken from the book, So What. Translated by Peter Cole, Yahya Hijazi, and Gabriel Levin)
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