“The Final Poem A forge burns in my heart. I am redder than dawn, Deeper than seaweed, More distant than gulls, More hollow than wells. But I only give birth To seeds and to shells. My tongue becomes tangled in… — Andrée Chedid Copy Share Image
“What else can we do but garden our shadows while far away the universe burns and vanishes.” — Andrée Chedid Copy Share Image
“The Final Poem A forge burns in my heart. I am redder than dawn, Deeper than seaweed, More distant than gulls, More hollow than… — Andrée Chedid Copy Share Image
