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Ode to Narouz

*A poem inspired by Lawrence Durrell's The Alexandria Quartet. A work remarkable if only for its masterly portrayal of the true desert heart and, in particular, of the Hosnani brothers in Mountolive. __________________________

Whip in hand, Narouz speaks and bats lie split at his feet:


to a brother's glib oily bitch, a whip! and an old desert queen -true hearts-


Sand and eye's clutching vision, inter- twined, slink like Suras -in desert light!-


Linking palms of lovers also split, lying dead like bats - at his feet-




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