Departure is an easy art to learn

I dreamed that someone asked me to describe love, and I did not speak about you. That terrifies me! Thinking that there might be—somewhere in the future—a version of me that does not think about your lips when you bite the peach. I want to cry when I think of that, but I also want to be that version. I found myself mesmerized by poetry not by names, by pain not by passports, by suffering not by eye color, by loss not by skin tones and complexions; to realize when I reached the last word that I had just experienced a delightful, distinctive, and great feeling. I have always believed that poetry in all languages is the voice of humans and the land, I confirm that here and now! I have always believed that the story is behind the woman… and poetry was a lost boy whom the woman gave milk and a bed and taught him speech! I was suspicious of translating poetry until I read your touches, Stephanie Dalaal, in this book! Rawda Al-Haj Author: A collection of contemporary poetesses Translator: Stephanie Dalaal Number of pages: 152