Sunday, June 10, 2007

The day Damascus rose

"I am your destitute moon, donate me a bed, I haven't slept for centuries," wrote the Syrian poet, who lived for years in exile before his death in 1998. "I am your Damascene rose; put me in the first vase you find."
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