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Tuesday, January 29, 2008

pre-islamic poetry

excerpt from my reading:
Or her mouth is as an ungrazed meadow,
whose herbage the rain has guaranteed,
in which there is but little dung;
and which is not marked with the feet of animals.
-from the poem of antar