“The small red boat I can hardly see
From my place under the palm tree
Around whose waist gold hangs free
For my eye seems to be dancing.”
“The white-haired maiden I can hardly see
From my blue Mediterranean sea
Seems to be thinking:
“That restless small boat in the sea
Looks like a metaphor to me.”
The white-haired maiden under the palm tree
And the small red boat swaying in the sea
Gazed at each other from the blue distance
Adjacent to the boat, the maiden, and me.
(Lazhar Bouazzi, Carthage (Tunisia), April, 2015)
Lazhar Bouazzi holds a Ph.D. from the University of Tunis. His speciality is romantic poetry and critical theory.