Creative Writing

Black is this night

Black is this night
Black is the window
Nothing is more just than the sky
In this moonless black night
A little green plant
Is weaving this black prolonged night
Another plant wants to grow
Inside the grayish-yellow room
And these books, eaten away by time,
Want to live inside me
Like this water, like this timeless bread.

- Da’ad Haddad, tr. Golan Haji