I have seen only
one true city
that cannot hide
its true citiness;
In the desert a city
cannot escape itself;
It must come out at night:
it is only practicality;
Even its religions
can only hope
to steal its reasons
for their own.
A city is not the cars dusty
wrapped in cloth
Or the style of cloth
wrapped round the people
to keep out the dust;
It is not...
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Egypt
The City: a poem
Breakfast of Survivors
No, the four different bread products aligned so neatly on the plate is no mistake. That – along with a cup of lukewarm tea and some soft cheese – is what you eat for breakfast after a night on a rickety train sailing south into Upper Egypt. That is all a stomach...
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