A Rose and an Iris
for my believing Mother's patience
for my brothers homeless for twenty years
for every village in my Home Country
for every destroyed house
for every fortified Citadel
for every Poet under siege
for every colored Rock
for every heart beating with Love for all the places
for every heart hating the treacherous dogs
a Rose...
and a thousand Irises !
Bassem Al-Nabrees - Palestinian Poet
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"Her eyes and the tattoo on her hands are Palestinian,
Her name, Palestinian,
Her dreams and sorrow, Palestinian,
Her kerchief, her feet and body, Palestinian,
Her words and her silence, Palestinian,
Her voice, Palestinian,
Her birth and her death, Palestinian."
By - Mahmoud Darwish
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The Deluge and the Tree
When the hurricane swirled and spread its deluge of dark evil
onto the good green land
'they' gloated. The western skies
reverberated with joyous accounts:
"The Tree has fallen !
The great trunk is smashed! The hurricane leaves no life in the Tree!"
Had the Tree really fallen?
Never! Not with our red streams flowing forever,
not while the wine of our thorn limbs
fed the thirsty roots,
Arab roots alive
tunneling deep, deep, into the land!
When the Tree rises up, the branches
shall flourish green and fresh in the sun
the laughter of the Tree shall leaf
beneath the sun
and birds shall return
Undoubtedly, the birds shall return.
The birds shall return
Fadwa Tuqan
Poetry For Palestine
العرض العادي
