Middle East



She pressed her ear against the shell:
she wanted to hear everything
he never told her.


A single inch
separates their two bodies
facing one another
in the picture:
a framed smile
buried beneath the rubble.


Whenever you throw stones
into the sea
it sends ripples through me.


My heart’ s quite small:
that’ s why it fills so quickly.


Water needs no wars
to mix with water
and fill up spaces.


To a Young Poet

Don’ t believe our outlines, forget them
and begin from your own words.
As if you are the first to write poetry
or the last poet.

If you read our work, let it not be an extension of our airs,
but to correct our errs
in the book of agony.

Don’ t ask anyone: Who am I?
You know who your mother is.
As for your father, be your own.

Truth is white, write over it
with a crow’ s ink.
Truth is black, write over it
with a mirage’ s light.

If you want to duel with a falcon
soar with the falcon.

from America, America

God save America,
My home, sweet home!

We are not hostages, America,
and your soldiers are not God's soldiers...
We are the poor ones, ours is the earth of the drowned gods,
the gods of bulls,
the gods of fires,
the gods of sorrows that intertwine clay and blood in a song...
We are the poor, ours is the god of the poor,
who emerges out of farmers' ribs,
and bright,
and raises heads up high...