Poems written by FETHI SASSI

He Is The Man That

He Is The Man That long poem

Who said that dawn doesn’t know him? Yes … Who has said that? He is secreting night when the sunset flows to poem end ; the flute, which surrendered stealthily to the day song, it runs away from the maze

Flutes Ache

Flutes Ache ode

Indeed ; I ‘m not aspiring to the eternity, but the fact of the matter is that I reprimand the wind at the opening of the poem. I roster as God does in the poets’ funeral. I lie down on