Since they weren’t sleepy and nothing had been left unsaid, they began to read poetry to each other, taking turns like children and enjoying it. Bachir had a lovely voice, one that was already that of a man. He knew many poems by heart. He lovingly recited Victor Hugo, with warmth Rimbaud’s Le bateau ivre, and poems written by young people going into battle; he then moved on to the poets of liberty – Rimbaud again, Eluard, and Desnos.

-Assia Djebar

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