Democratic Palestine : 29 (ص 42)
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- Democratic Palestine : 29 (ص 42)
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A fire stone flint
its secret gives to the arms of a lad
saturated with bitterness
To a boy fully free from all care
For benefit or loss.
Was he playing when he threw his stones?
Or else his motto is:
If there is an enemy
There should be a stone too
Between game and disdainful riot
Rivers of stone do pass
Rains of stone approach.
How could he know?
He was but a fish in a leaky sea
All the waters stolen in darkness
Slaughtered, he wavered in dance
Receiving an aula! in the ring of dance
Giving a Shanbash?
He threw a stone.
Dance he did... death his game
As if the motherland gave birth to him alone
As if she called none but him
Rise he did, holding her cord
The taste of milk still on his lips
For her eyes, then —
He’ll stoop in dance, free from disgrace
to touch her knee.
In pride does she lift his brow
Then and there he is a cord of fire
exultant he bows to take a stone
A dance timed to the beat of death
A departing swan song
A kerchief of arrogance wet with tears
Witnessing an age dragged towards bloodbaths
A boy refused to wait
An age of stone it is His hand stretched towards the serpents’ den
Th e Midsummer’s shade of impatience has perished With no trace of fear
The sword of impatience too died in mid-battle With a fighting hand a stone he picks
G | River waters have turned to stone A stone that has no meaning or color
Os D e An age of stone it is. Flying towards the invaders,
: : ; it becomes black
of ET Ries Oe aoa wanlicdl The homeland is Mecca then.
; Then be a stone
Pick up a stone From stone to stone
St O Nn e Hit with a stone. The motherland lies embracing her chaste soil
: <a te Early came the pains of labor
REE cues ze gud eee 4 Beneath the olives of Al Khalil
LUNE Dilek needle sks ; ; The miracle of combat then ushers in
SITES Loe aul se) comet yogeain The forgotten babe in the stone cradle of Galilee
Forgetting all rain, though clouds are there
: : doth speak.
With edges keen the trees they kiss
and denude them. The kings’ caravan is at a loss
A stone guides them to the beautiful child
Stones they cooked for him
To make him forget his humiliation
Yet he taught them:
Stones of the deluge do help
In countering despots
In times so mean.
Torrents of stone rain down on heads
Stone resounds the echo of stone
Stone...and then a spark
by In such chaff
Proud in dung
Memdouh Dried up with cold
Adwan Disgraced by flames will be.
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