On the Tel Aviv Train
On the train to Tel Aviv I saw her ... a Russian reminiscent of acres of mint.
Poems
Beloved works and new discoveries from our archive.
SAMIH AL-QASEM
From a well of feelings your mother bore you, a stream that flooded the white pages pledged to history
Portrait Of The Family Of Gaza
The bitter ruins of Gaza sprouted the arm of a child.
Poems Responsible For Themselves
One who thinks himself above people has conspired with the nothingness inside.
Orphan Lines II
For more than sixty years we’ve been asking the world to save us
Orphan Lines I
The sun in the eyes of a child is a lemon. Perhaps it is so really.
Orphan
We thought we had reached the depths of despair when the flames of the Mongol hordes
On A Poem I Shall Write
Soon I shall write a poem about us telling how we stuck out our legs to trip up time
Neo Syria
Winter passes and no sun shines for Homs. Classroom desks have no role
For Mahmoud Darwish
How did you outrace doubt the day you died playing a trick on my nerves with the news
Luisa Morgantini
In Subino’s square you embraced me with an eagle’s expansive wings and I followed you up a path so steep it could only be compared