Sarah Maguire is the only living English-language poet with a book in print in Arabic - her selected poems, Haleeb Muraq, translated by Saadi Yousef.
Freezing out of season with Eid after Easter – a provisional city a concatenation of loose roundabouts building sites and razor wire – scars of forced demolitions spite occupation and new wealth Little Bantustan rimmed twice...
For Kathleen Jamie
Waist-height, clouds of white lace in the abandoned graveyard,
the delicate, filigree umbels matching
the thumbprints of lichen embroidering the graves. A deep current of blue
surges below – bluebells, moments of sky
fallen, brief weather fixed on wet stems,
conjuring a climate gone from this chill April dusk, as rain comes, and light fades.
Field Capacity
The plump...
Whole systems of thought have been founded on the French language’s inability to distinguish differing from deferring. Perhaps Napoleon is to blame (‘Not tonight, Josephine’)....
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