Damascus, What Are You Doing to Me? (Nizar Qabbani Poems)
1My voice rings out, this time, from DamascusIt rings out from the house of my mother and fatherIn Sham. The ...
1My voice rings out, this time, from DamascusIt rings out from the house of my mother and fatherIn Sham. The ...
We are accused of terrorism:if we defended rose and womanand the mighty verse...and the blueness of sky...A dominion... nothing left ...
The last walls of shame fell,And we rejoiced…And we danced…And we were blessed with the signing of the peace of ...
1FriendsThe old word is dead.The old books are dead.Our speech with holes like worn-out shoes is dead.Dead is the mind ...
The face of QanaPale, like that of Jesusand the sea breeze of April…Rains of blood.. and tears..2They entered Qana stepping ...
Good morning sweetheart.Good morning my Saint of a sweetheart.It has been two year mothersince the boy has sailedon his mythical ...
Your love taught me to grieveand I have been in need, for centuriesa woman to make me grievefor a woman, ...
O pupils of Gaza . . .Teach us . . .A little of what you haveFor we have forgotten . ...
When the moon is born in the east,And the white rooftops drift asleepUnder the heaped-up light,People leave their shops and ...
We are accused of terrorismIf we dare to write about the remains of a homelandThat is scattered in pieces and ...
(A Letter to a Man)(1)My dear Master,This is a letter from a stupid womanHas a stupid woman before me, written ...
She sat with fear in her eyesContemplating the upturned cupShe said "Do not be sad, my sonYou are destined to ...
"I have no power to change youor explain your waysNever believe a man can change a womanThose men are pretenderswho ...
raise me more love. raise memy prettiest fits of madnessO' dagger's journey. in my fleshand knife's plunge.sink me further my ...
My son places his paint box in front of meand asks me to draw a bird for him.Into the color ...
And of me say the fools:I entered the lodges of womenAnd never left.And they call for my hanging,Because about the ...
I wept until my tears were dryI prayed until the candles flickeredI knelt until the floor creakedI asked about Mohammed ...
If you are my friend...Help me...to leave youOr if you are my lover...Help me...so I can be healed of you...If ...
He lets me listen, when he moves me,Words are not like other wordsHe takes me, from under my armsHe plants ...
Green Tunisia, I have come to you as a loverOn my brow, a rose and a bookFor I am the ...
My darling, I have much to sayWhere o precious one shall I begin ?All that is in you is princelyO ...
Do not ask me, the name of my loveI fear for you, from the fragrance of perfumecontained in a bottle, ...
When I love youA new language springs up,New cities, new countries discovered.The hours breathe like puppies,Wheat grows between the pages ...
In the blue harbor of your eyesBlow rains of melodious lights,Dizzy suns and sailsPainting their voyage to endlessness.In the blue ...
If I were promised safety,if I could meet the SultanI would say to him: O my lord the Sultan!my cloak has ...
Barada, oh father of all riversOh, horse that races the daysBe, in our sad history, a prophetWho receives inspiration from ...
When I loveI feel that I am the king of timeI possess the earth and everything on itand ride into ...
Love happened at last,And we entered God's paradise,SlidingUnder the skin of the waterLike fish.We saw the precious pearls of the ...
The East receives my songs, some praise, some curseTo each of them my gratitude I bearFor I've avenged the blood ...
I conquer the world with words,conquer the mother tongue,verbs, nouns, syntax.I sweep away the beginning of thingsand with a new ...
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