(عبد الوهاب البياتي)The Birth of Unborn Cities
I am born in unborn cities
But in the night of the autumn of the Arab cities
Broken hearted I die.
I bury my love in GranadaI say:
“Nothing is victorious except love”
I burn my poetry and die.
On the sidewalks of exile
I arise after death
To be born in unborn cities
And to die.
Poems by the Iraqi poet Abd Al Wahab Al-Bayati: "Uncensored Arabwomanblues"






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