When I enter the earth's nest
Contented
And glad,
My wings resting,
...
At last in a half-furnished room near Nicosia
you came to deliver peace on your lips.
Is it only now, after five thousand miles,
that you've found the words?
...
God save America
My home sweet home!
The French general who raised his tricolour
over Nagrat al-Salman where I was a prisoner thirty years ago . . .
...
How will I drag my feet to her now?
In which land will I see her
and on which street of what city
should I ask about her?
...
His house was exposed to dust from the street.
His garden, blooming with red carnations,
was open to dogs
and strange insects,
...
Winds that do not blow in the evening,
and winds that do not blow at dawn
have burdened me with a book of boughs.
I see my cry in the silence.
...
We stopped in five stations and did not leave a souvenir.
We did not shiver there, or get drunk, or strum a guitar.
Five rivers of sand on the guitar.
Five crosses made of silence:
...
She comes to me with a bowl of soup
when I am besieged by
fumes
of cheap arak.
...
It is not far than a night oblivious look
From the opening of " Umm Khaled " meadow.
You see it, at night, drenched in its blood.
Beit Leed Cabaret was your hidden bar of sand and turtle shield,
...