Biography of Abdullah Rihawi
A student of English Literature
Abdullah Rihawi Poems
How Do I Hate Thee, Let Me Count The Way...
To start or to end To keep or to send To wound or to mend
How pitiful guys whose smiles were spread; And how foolish lads, those abjectly besought Such jilts and knew they fairly would be misled; Yet, blindly they risk'd and gained naught.
Thou, LOVE, dropp dead, prithee my heart forsake Thou knowest but mine in eager to be left, So try not this heart to hurt nor bloody make Lest get died while for him thou pine to be cleft.
Being thy thrall, what should I do but bow To thee and ask thy pardon for being too nice? So hearken to thy slave and pity just for now For thy absence his heart to pieces did slice!
Where the hell can I find thee, dear gallows? ? For age is gone; and the rope I do expect Where my head on it softly rests and pillows And away do I pass, be hanged direct,
How mendacious thou art my deceitful smile, And how misleading thou art my roseate lip; Thou dost snake slyly and change as a reptile But when all alone, thou always rise and dip.
Shall I be fond of thee after that all, When thine did my heart many a stab Think not me still be ready on thy call Recall the day my looks thou didst nab.
Where the hell can I find thee, dear gallows? ?
For age is gone; and the rope I do expect
Where my head on it softly rests and pillows
And away do I pass, be hanged direct,
For my soul had my body alone forsaken;
So let my skeleton swing thence, in the dark
At peace and among those I shall be taken
Before my sun rises within this sad park.
So damned this life, so damned this swing