Taha Muhammad Ali
Taha Muhammad Ali Poems
- Ambergris Our traces have all been erased, our impressions ...
- Empty Words Ah, little notebook, yellow as a spike of ...
- Meeting At An Airport You asked me once, on our way ...
- Twigs Neither music, fame, nor wealth, not even poetry ...
- Tea And Sleep If, over this world, there's a ruler who holds...
- Where Poetry hides somewhere behind the night of ...
- Revenge At times ... I wish I could meet in a duel the ...
Taha Muhammad Ali (Arabic: طه محمد علي) (born 1931 in Saffuriyya, Galilee – October 2, 2011 in Nazareth) was a Palestinian poet.
Taha Muhammad Ali fled to Lebanon with his family when he was seventeen after their village came under heavy bombardment during the 1948 Arab-Israeli War. The following year, he returned to Nazareth, where he lived till his death. In the 1950s and 1960s, he sold souvenirs during the day to Christian pilgrims and studied poetry at night. His formal education ended after fourth grade. He was owner of a small souvenir shop near the Church of the Annunciation which he operated with his sons, Muhammad Ali wrote vividly of his childhood in Saffuriyya and the ... more »
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Our traces have all been erased,
our impressions swept away -
and all the remains
have been effaced...
there isn't a single sign
left to guide us
or show us a thing.
The age has grown old,
the days long,
and I, if not for the lock of your hair,
auburn as the nectar of carob,
and soft as the scent of silk
that was here before,
dozing like Arabian jasmine,
shimmering like the gleam of dawn,
pulsing like a star -
I, if not for that lock of camphor,
would feel not a thing
to this land.
This land is a traitor
and can't be...