Tag: arabic
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“This Ring”
(my own photo of the moon in a blushing morning sky in Massachusetts) This was my first poem I’d written and published online in 2022: The first of form poems I tried to write this year is a ghazal, and it’s fit well with that form having originated in the Middle East during the medieval […]
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Oct. 27, 2022 I am very sad today, I spotted this flower, a little green arch above it. If I would’ve been there longer, it would have been watered by my tears… * Dear Mayy, I know of a place you may like, you may already know, I haven’t been there in awhile; let’s go […]
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“Dhakeeyun”
OCTOBER 23, 2022 As a quick, clear comprehension of something deep that’s been spoken. The title “Keys” I’d first wrote was similar, and even in the singular, the “key” still sounds to me like something is locked up and irretrievable, which is the opposite of what I’d meant to express. In this poem, it’s “no […]
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May Ziadeh’s ‘Green Hut’ in the Wood, Her Preface to a Favorite Book I Came Across
* These words just held me…I didn’t realize the book, translated as Smiles and Tears by May Ziadeh that I was reading in PDF form today was the book titled Memories or German Love, by F. Max Muller that I’d seen cited as a book she’d translated; I’ve read the book in English. And I […]
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Notice: & with a favorite poem, or three
(morningtime feat. photo, my cat Peeko 🐱 who helps me at times to complete one thing at a time—here, he’s a teatime supervisor ☕️ (he’s just had his breakfast and his daily brushing), a poetry book 📙, and a music box 🎶; you’ll see.) Last night, around midnight Something feels wrong now without a subject, […]
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May Ziadeh in MainGate Magazine, a short biography with titles of speeches she gave—and her poetry
My poet friend Hagop Kazazian sent me this article in a magazine from recent times: End Note Comments by me: —I wonder what she said about Columbus discovering America in her first speech at this college; I’d mention him myself often mostly metaphorically… —I believe her brother mentioned here died as a young child and […]
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Indelible Magazine Poetry Launch—Reading My Poem, ‘Droplets Slide Down the Pine and Land Upon the Grass Within a Slow Dance’
Updated to include end of post section, “Who’s May Ziadeh? ”* It’s here! Link: https://youtu.be/Cr-CsXJWum0 🎥🎤📜 I am on just around the 28:50 mark.😊After my line in the poem, ”Do you hear me?” I hear a reply. 😀😅💕 Afterwards, you may also see me give a pretty long answer to a surprise question that I […]
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Blush and Plenty of It
The sky was azure blue when I woke and I said good morning. I sometimes practice saying ‘May’, with emphasis on the y accent for fun as I can spell a word now in a new language, her name: مي. She painted the sky just then with plenty of blush (I know in heaven a […]
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A Late July Saturday Walk in Boston
So many roses to admire in the evening cool… Boston Public Garden * For some time these days, 80s music has been on a mission to lift your life to peaceful heights as you can see in this video I took of a drummer street performer by the harbor in Boston this past Saturday. I […]