- Aug 16
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I sing of you, migrating heron.
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I sing of your whiteness and your sauntering gait in fallow land.
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And I sing of you, resident hoopoe.
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I sing of your little crown as you gather seeds from a plowed field.
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This is how I am, my song is confused,
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it plants one foot in fallow land
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and another in plowed fields.
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Sometimes I recite the resident’s prayer,
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other times the prayer of the traveler.
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-----Zakaria Mohammed (1951-2023), Palestinian poet, journalist, and novelist (translated from Arabic by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha)