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The Stony Missiles of the Intifada




Talaat Skairek







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Water, a stone and an ear of wheat



Combine to sing of something sweet



To usher in a gushing star of light



The child rolls up his sleeves to light



Like a ship that is set to sail



With a world following its trail



Moving swiftly in the evening breeze



And, like Orpheus, attracting the trees



Like bombs were his clenched fists



As he remembered the turns and twists



Of every lane and road in the homeland



Invoking every feature with a magic wand



The plain, the hill, the sea as in a dream



Did flash, in his stony missile, and gleam


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Translated from Arabic by
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Angelina Lohan

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