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  • البلد الطيب للشاعرعمران الياسين

    يسالني ونحن في غربتنا
    من اي ارض انت...؟
    قلت :انني من بلد الطيبين
    تبصر في عيونهم
    ... جذور زيتون
    ... وليمون
    ... ونخل
    وتين
    ... وفوق ذرات ترابهم
    تشم طيب من مر من المرسلين
    ... وعندما تاتي اليهم
    ... يفرشون بالشذا دربك
    والياسمين
    ويضحكون ...والاسى
    بين الحنايا دفين
    ويذرفون دمعهم
    ... من شدة الحب
    وفرط الحنين
    ...ويقهرون القهر
    يرفضون ظلم السنين
    ...ويحفظون ارضهم
    وعرضهم
    ويبذلون كل غال...ثمين
    : قاطعني وقال لي عن يقين
    انك من فلسطين

  • YOU AND I

    My hand is lonely for your clasping, dear;
    My ear is tired waiting for your call.
    I want your strength to help, your laugh to cheer;
    Heart, soul and senses need you, one and all.
    I droop without your full, frank sympathy;
    We ought to be together - you and I;
    We want each other so, to comprend
    The dream, the hope, things planned, or seen,
    Or wrought.
    Companion, comforter and guide and friend,
    As much as love asks love, does thought ask thought.
    Life is short, so fast the lone hours fly,
    We ought to be together, you and I.
    HENRY ALFORD

  • I LOVE YOU

    I love you,
    Not only for what you are
    But for what I am
    When I am with you.

    I love you
    Not only for what
    You have made of yourself
    But for what
    You are making of me.

    I love you
    for the part of me
    That you bring out;
    I love you
    For puttin your hand
    Into my heaped-up heart
    And passing over
    All the foolish, weak things
    That you can't help
    Dimly seeing there,
    And for drawing out
    Into the light
    All the beautiful belongings
    That no one else had looked
    Quite far enough to find.
    I love you because you
    Are helping me to make
    Of the lumber of my life
    Not a tavern
    But a temple;
    Out of works
    Of my every day
    Not a reproach
    But a song.

    I love you
    Because you have done
    More than any creed
    Could have done
    To make me good,
    And more than any fate
    Could have done
    To make me happy.

    You have done it
    Without a touch,
    Without a word,
    Without a sign.

    You have done it
    By being yourself.
    Perhaps that is what
    Being a friend means,
    After all.

    ROY CROFT

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