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Sara Elkamel

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As seen in: HuffPost, El HuffPost, Poetry Magazine, Poetry Off the Shelf, Literary Hub, Guernica Mag, The Rumpus, Mada Masr, The Brooklyn Rail, ArabLit and
journalist & poet from cairo. @columbiajourn ma '15. @nyucwp poety mfa '22. author: "field of no justice" (apbf & akashic, 2021). @FourWayReview poetry editor.
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Three Poems by Dalia Taha, trans. by Sara Elkamel

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By Dalia Taha, Sara Elkamel
| Wasafiri Magazine Verified
Ramallah-based poet and playwright Dalia Taha offers three poems that bear close witness to the occupation and genocide in Palestine — 'The sound of trees and children riding bikes through the windows. / The towers they blasted.' Originally written in Arabic, these poems meditate on the intimacy of objects, faces, and daily scenes amid an atmosphere of loss, grief, and destruction. The text's spare, beautiful English translations are by Sara Elkamel.
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Enter Shadows

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By Sara Elkamel, Dalia Taha
| Poetry Magazine Verified
Translated from the Arabic Then I saw the shadow of the massive cypress tree split the queue of cars in two. How can a neighborhood be as narrow as Ramallah al-Tahta? How can one tree’s shadow be as vast as a border cleaving countries? How can night and day lie together on one street like husband and wife— how can poems and people share one sheet? By this afternoon, the cypress tree’s shadow will have shrunk into a little girl holding out her hand.
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Enter Genetics

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By Sara Elkamel, Dalia Taha
| Poetry Magazine Verified
Translated from the Arabic It took the world 197,000 years to make me. My dna formed leisurely across centuries, like a slow-cooked meal. My nose preceded me into the world, as did my hands, my short temper, the locks of my hair, my thirst for poetry and books, how quickly I grow bored, and my struggle to fall in love. My peculiar mind must have inhabited another woman’s body before I came around.
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