Taha Muhammad Ali
Taha Muhammad Ali Poems
- Empty Words Ah, little notebook, yellow as a spike of ...
- Ambergris Our traces have all been erased, our impressions ...
- Twigs Neither music, fame, nor wealth, not even poetry ...
- Meeting At An Airport You asked me once, on our way ...
- Tea And Sleep If, over this world, there's a ruler who holds...
- Where Poetry hides somewhere behind the night of ...
- FOOLING THE KILLERS Qasim, I wonder now where you ...
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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Ah, little notebook,
yellow as a spike of wheat
and still as a face,
I've protected you
from dampness and rodents
and entrusted you with
my sadness and fear,
and my dreams—
though in exchange I've gotten from you
only disobedience and betrayal…
For otherwise where are the words
that would have me saying:
If only I were a rock on a hill…
unable to see or hear,
be sad or suffer!
And where is the passage
whose tenor is this:
I wish I could be
a rock on a hill
which the young men
from Hebron explode
and offer as a gift to Jerusalem's ...