Zeinab Issa

“I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
When the wind blows the water white and black.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.”
― T.S Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

“وعذرته لما تساقط دمعهُ
ونسيت أياماً بها أبكاني
وأخذته في الحضن أهمس راجياً
جمرات دمعك أيقظت نيراني
أتريد قتلي مرتين ألا كفى
فامنع دموعك واحترم أحزاني
لا صبر لي وأنا أراك محطماً
يا من يجرح دمعه أجفاني”
― كريم العراقي