You read the words of Mahmoud Darwish, his nostalgia, revolution and melancholia swirl the desert dust over times and places to reach your eye. Yes, I swear. This is how the tear settled on my dry cheek. And Nizar Qabbani whose eroticism, love and poetic (but also political) fight for social justice make you tingle
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(Un-Anticipated)
How can a gesture erase a thousand others are less than the one person insufficient one flawless. The hand’s caress caressing un-draws figures in the sand the cathedrals, erected to capture children playing distant sounds the awe for God, now are now gossamer structures floating on the frothy water The hand holds grains towards the indeterminate
(The New Arrangement) – Dedicated to D. B.
Like a comb found when unsearched for missing some teeth… Like forced smiles in a nursing home Like a hurt animal trying to save some last moments demarcated by some random feet of space in
Bard Takes Berlin: A Collaborative Poem
How can one convey a complete upheaval of comfort and routine, a loss of language and comprehension and direction? Is it possible to put into words the magic of discovering a new place for the first time? So have we, the Bard in Berlin cohort, experienced a complete cycle of disorientation and reorientation in moving