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.
Khūrī, Nidā’ 153
Nidā’ Khūrī A poet and activist in social and educational affairs, Khūrī was born in Fassūtah, Galilee. Her first volume, I Declare to You my Silence, was published in 1987. It was soon followed by seven more volumes. She has received awards and participated in national and international conferences and festivals. Her poetry was translated into numerous languages. The Land Rained Us on the Country The land rained on the country Flowers with wings If you had looked.. you would have seen All the country standing flowers Weeping the ground. Flapping.. a butchered bird Broken wings A broken dignity A dispersed life Butchered with the blade of censor. The country flaps besieged wings A demolished camp assadi.indd 153 28/10/11 1:21 PM 154 The Story of a People: Palestinian Poets Within the Green-lines A stumped tree And a young camel is planted on the roads of the cemetery. If you had looked.. you would have seen Flowers dipping the beak into the soil And shivering from the color of blackness And a sound like the eagle’s And flowers whose fragrance has coagulated And whose color flows like the butchered river, it flows Butchered in the kid’s neck And in the same neck There is a river bathing in thirst Twisting at his butchered place And covering its course from the clouds’ rage. The land rained for us on the country ?? Flowers with wings. And the wing of color broke They put a shawl of blackness The...
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