We hold war’s hand,
not so that it walks among us,
but it is death,
a bit tardy,
we cajole it.
We hold war’s hand,
convinced that this is the last time
it waves catastrophe to us,
since the road is a futile wall,
and the country is searching
for a photograph
of collective sorrow.
—Gaza
From Poems From Palestine
Hosam Maarouf, June 17, 2021
Cover image: Detail from a 1979 poster by Kamal Nicola | Palestine Poster Project Archives
This is the last hour / Of the Dragons' Power / Soon he'll be gone away
Again the woods are odorous, the lark / Lifts on upsoaring wings the heaven gray
No one can share the grief with which I seek / Our longed-for Lord, and quickened by my haste
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