When I Became A Statue

When I Became A Statue prose poem

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Beneath a pile of dust, on a slumbering shelf, in a room which knows not the wind, I’d stumbled with a white-haired aphorism telling that your heart is your enemy; If it inclines left, go right; if it betakes right, go left; if it walks westward, carry up your feet and run East, and if your heart falls down on the sidewalk, jump up to the sky.
Since that time, which is napping on the shelf, in the room which knows not the wind, I am standing up here, like a rocky statue; the dust of my head raining heavily on my feet, my eyes are stones. I am standing up here, outside time, because my heart inclines to you, while you fill up all directions.

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Fareed K. Ghanem

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I am 58 years old, from eastern Galilee, Israel (Palestine). I studied English literature, psychology and Law at the Hebrew university (Jerusalem). In the last three years, I published three books of which is dedicated to prose poetry. You are invited to visit the Facebook page Shadows of Water, where I publish my prose poems I translate to English.
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