I hold your love up as a lantern. The blackness of night
hurts my eyes. The windows of the tower are locked
against my heart.
The lovers’ caravans are leaving. My black tents
remain, though the well’s dry, the valleys
never turn green this year,
and the desert was not a witness of our wedding.
At dawn, the cooing of pigeons is a torment,
the face of wind dusty,
talking me by surprise, and snatching away
a memory that began to wake.
I carry her, my beloved, in my heart
where she moans, wounded . . .
And the clover flower complains . . . Nobody
The Arab tent in Algeria
With the invitation of Professor Khader bin Turki, general director of the National bureau of Culture and Information part of the Ministry of Culture in the Algeria within the framework of the Algeria the capital of Arabic culture in 2007, Ali Abdullah Khalifa participated in the Conference of Arabic tent held from April 26 until May 3. The Theme of the Conference (the tent.. a Space of noble values and co-existence). I have presented in this conference working..
The Arab tent in Algeria
