Dance Arabic Poems

The phone rang it was Alfred, the man most likely to be my father if he confessed the relationship he had with 
Olga, the dancer...

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Our enemies the Philistines
As we were taught in Sunday school
Are extras in the battle lines
To die, as we were born to rule

What lovely racists we’ve...

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When dark clouds are split asunder
we tap our bubbly emotions 
amid lightening and thunder

we become alive with every drop of mizzle
and ride our waves amid...

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the dawn rises over the forest,
the dawn promised to wait for us
in the eyes of the eagle the drums smile
and dance
eagles jump up, take turns...

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—wThis Thing Called Aging



1All day, no, far more nearly for 2 years,
I have been thinking I have had
Enough of being old, being
Pleasant about this form...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Mahmoud Darwish English Translations of Arabic Poems



Palestine
by Mahmoud Darwish
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

This land gives us
all that makes life worthwhile:
April's blushing advances,
the aroma of...

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Muhammad’s daughter danced through the night,
skirts smoothly swirling with her moving.
Cool colors coalescing under moonlight,
iridescent eyes sweetly soothing.

Many who sought her had pedigree.
All whom Prophet...

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THAT'S UNUSUAL
"it was all going good until the male belly dancer let one fly"
Indiana Shaw . . . -_*

"Ladies; get yourselves an eyeful" . ....

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Early morning

I know of a man who gets up early
to sample the morning dew.
He has found it is not from a wealthy house lawn
the dew...

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High Powered Fences, 
Beyond Your Vote

Armchair Politian's sitting beside Ceasar(a), 
believing or at least making believe...
that they are for the people, 
and not against. 
"They"...

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Such Tenderness
by Michael R. Burch

for the mothers of Gaza

There was, in your touch, such tenderness—as
only the dove on her mildest day has,
when she shelters downed...

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The healer

Do you remember the night when?
The floodlight came on as we sat by the riverside?
You said you loved me and I quickly said ditto,
A...

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The Chair

     Calls out my name. 
     It is ever at the side of the bed. 
...

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I dance in the color royal blue
with gold accent my body.
 I dance with my hips on the move,
and shake to give you a spell.

...

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