May wrote many free verse poems; many of her first poems were written in French.
TO PAULINE by May Ziadeh But what do you become my sweet black-eyed friend? Why this long, this too long, overwhelming silence? So many days without color and so many sad evenings— Did your dear heart erase my presence? You loved me, you said, Can you not love me anymore? With your voice, I keep still that sweet murmur, Often your memory comes to revive me, I find a little of you in all of nature; My darling, how could you forget me? Ungrateful! You should love me, adore me even, and in my memory day and night, I enfold you. For I do not forget our friendship... I love you! But why draw from me this capricious word? Come, and I will say it out loud to your beautiful eyes. by May Ziadeh I. Copia (1911) original French translation by Jade Nicole Beals * Literary lines of reflection of mine to come.