"My son sits on the edge of the bed
and asks me to read him a poem
One tear drops from my eyes on the pillow;
he catches it in astonishment and says,
“But this is a tear and not a poem, dad!”
A Lesson in Drawing
Nizar Qabbani
Tr. Rana Bitar
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I can't pluck a flower from the field
without it raising a weapon in my face
