LOVER FROM PALESTINE - Mahmoud Darwish

Your eyes A thorn in my heart Painful yet adorable I shield it from the wind And stab it deep through the night Through pain Its wound illuminates the darkness Transforms my present into future Dearer than my soul And I shall forget as our eyes meet That once we were together behind the g


RECITAL - Muhammad Afifi Mattar

This sun wears a live chemise of blood. A wound gapes from its kneecap, wide as the wind And horizons gush blood-springs revealing birds and palmtrees. Peace, it stays until nightfall . . . Peace The river women rise: Anklets of grass twist circlets of Silver and silt, desire wet with the wate


Two Poems - Saadi Youssef

    Translated from the Arabic by Khaled Mattawa Abduction That was not a country. But it had all it needed to imprint its image on us, we the children of impossible clay. That was not a country. But it could erase the scrolls of our destiny. Look how it rises in us again, a


Saadia Mufarreh -- Poets

To Fadwa Tuqan Right in her something lives. It takes a carnival of wisdom as a ritual, it sits on a throne of femininity and questions called amazement . Its features sketch a full moon behind ashes of clouds and in the presence and in the presence of trees.   To Mahmoud


Renowned Iraqi poetess Nazik al-Malaika,

    dies at 85 in Egypt Iraq's renowned poetess, Nazek al-Malaika, famous as the first to write Arabic poetry in free verse rather than classical rhyme, died Wednesday in a Cairo hospital. She was 85. Al-Malaika died of old age in Cairo, where she had lived in self-imposed exile si


About Waddah of Yemen: Love and Death - Abdul Wahab Al-BayatI

  1 From the cities of magic and the caves: Waddah arises, Crowned by the moon of death and the fire of a shooting star, Falling into the desert, Carried like an orange nightingale By the ogress with the caravans To Syria. A red feather Is blown into the air by a magician He wrot


Mihyar songs - ADONIS

for RUTH Who has, like me, undergone the transformations of the lover, and shared with me the love of Adonis and the trances and agonies of translating his poetry. Kamal NOT A STAR Neither a star, nor a prophetús inspiration, nor a face praying to the moon, is Mihyar. Here he co


The Ascent Of Breath - Amjad Nasser

I Neither the spears of the mighty, nor the knifes of dwarfs; rather your hand, rather the fingers of your hand; no, rather, your breath tearing furrows through the eternal air and leaving them to the seeds of pain spreading through the front tooth and tongue. I hear them beneath


Chapter III - Amal Dunqul

I said: Let love be on earth, and it was not I said: Let river dissolve into ocean Ocean into drought Drought into fertility Sprouting bread to sustain hungry hearts Grass for the earth's cattle Shade for exiles in sorrow's desert I saw the son of Adam Raising his fences around God's perso


Before cold winters - Abdel-Monem Ramadan

I'll come into the room and I'll shelter within its ceiling and walls I open the window for the sea to keep its bounds                      for the distant coast     &nb


From Rooms - Abbas Beydoun

  1 And I say goodbye to these stones that have begun to ramble and have blackened all at once, those stones we skipped over as we ran. We will not say the wind was also foolish when it blew over them. The sea will lick them; this will always happen. The sea licks them and t


Four Poems

SLEEP To my grandfather Your long sleep will postpone the morning coffee, so we’ll not be able to contemplate your blue eyes As you sleep and wake fitfully your bed will remain warm but your saliva will not wet the pillow. We’ll hear many stories about you, we who stayed


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