"My years waxed old and my shoulders began / To sway like a sparrow hawk in the air / That's the natural destiny of man / Who wears out in the waste of Time un'ware."These are the whimsical opening lines of "Old Age," one of Jawdat Haidar's "101 Selected Poems" (2006). They are all the more poignant for the fact that the poet is himself 102 years old. [...]
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