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.
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Fārūq Muwāsī (b.1941) Muwāsī was born in Baqa-l-Gharbiyyah in 1941. He received his doc-torate in Arabic literature from Tel-Aviv University. Now he is a lecturer at Al-Qassemey College and the Arab College for Teacher Education in Haifa, a member of the Arabic Language Council and the deputy president of the Union of Arab Writers in Israel. He has written more than fifty books in the fields of poetry, criticism, language, short fiction and translation. My Life’s Companion (1) Because I perceived in your eyes the bird of love and loyalty Chirping with contented delight Surrounded with his brilliant color in the corridors of beauty In a tear dripping With tenderness as though it were the minaret of hope In the tranquility of goodness that grew in your mind I declare it: Oh, the mother of my children to you only is loyalty (2) Because many years passed during which you were the witness —along my road that assadi.indd 180 28/10/11 1:21 PM Fārūq Muwāsī 181 I lit despite enmity— Of their ungratefulness, of their thin schemes For they make talk in the cycles of a claim And you realize: (Every day under my armpit) .............................) And you notice my smile of course painted While I turn a new page —and how many new pages I turned!— Or ignore a trivial matter here, there Or throw behind my ear The prostitutes of speech Coming from a trickster masquerading as a friend (And regardless of...
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