An Anthology of Palestinian Poets within the Green-Lines- Edited and translated by Jamal Assadi- With Assistance from Simon Jacobs
Edited By Jamal Assadi
The poets, arranged alphabetically, depict a faithful picture of the various aspects of Arab life among what is called, paradoxically, Israeli-Palestinian societies. They present new arenas where opposing factors harmoniously join to struggle for dignity, freedom, and justice. Readers of this volume will encounter serious poems strewn with light and humorous themes and poems of sensual and spiritual love interwoven with poems of the unusual and political. These Israeli- Palestinian poets’ distinctive flavor emerges from their ability to challenge norms, fight oppression, and burst open closed doors to tell their own stories – the stories of their plight, alienation, marginalization, and hopes and dreams – in a new magnified voice, first to their community, then to their people and nation, then to their country, and now to the wider English-speaking public.
Daghash, Suleimān 67
Suleimān Daghash (b.1952) Mr. Daghash was born in al-Meghar village in the district of Tiberias in 1952. He received his first degree in management from Haifa Univer-sity and his Masters in the same field from Hamperside University. As a Druze, Mr. Daghash was obliged to serve in the Israeli army, but he refused and was jailed for four years as a result. He is considered one of the most prominent resistance poets and has received many awards. He has writ- ten more than ten volumes of poetry. Silence Torn by Rain And there is blood weeping on a rope A night frozen at dusk A foot treading on the road Setting off And a hand clutching a stone Watch out Watch out!! A sea that surrounds everything Oh, the stick of Moses strikes To form a path in the sea A night that surrounds everything, oh, watch out We are in danger assadi.indd 67 28/10/11 1:21 PM 68 The Story of a People: Palestinian Poets Within the Green-lines And in a danger besieged by more danger Is there a path, I wonder? Is there a path Or an escape A night stretching along the border of a dream The dawn does not emerge Nor does a sunrise A night emerges instead, and the clouds die On the gusts of piercing wind To give birth to rain Night stretches on and there is time for prayer The soul has not gone astray, nay And the heart is not bereft...
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