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Nathalie Handal, “Jenin,” in The Lives of Rain
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Love Letter, Nathalie Handal
#nathalie handal#my upload#poetry#literature#dark academia#light academia#classic academia#call it what it is; love
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The Act of Counting by Nathalie Handal
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Nathalie Handal, letter titled "Poetry as homeland" to Lisa Suhair Majaj, excerpted in Interview with Nathalie Handal (pub. Routledge International Feminist Journal of Politics, 8 (4) December 2006, 612 –617) [ID'd]
#q#lit#quotes#typography#literature#nathalie handal#lisa suhair majaj#interviews#palestinian lit#m#x#id included
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Didn’t I adore you harder than silence?
~ Nathalie Handal
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A Moment of Mourning by Palestinian Poet Donia El-Amal Ismail, translated by Atef Abu-Seif and Nathalie Handal
from The Poetry of Arab Women: A Contemporary Anthology edited by Nathalie Handal (Interlink Books, Northampton, MA, 2001)
#poetry#words#palestine#free palestine#gaza#palestinian poetry#palestinian poets#palestinian writers#arab poetry#donia el-amal ismail#nathalie handal#atef abu-seif#فلسطين#my scan
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The moon must grant me […] madness.
— Al-Zahra al-Mansouri, The Poetry of Arab Women: A Contemporary Anthology, transl by Tahia Abdel Nasser, Richard McKane & Nathalie Handal, (2001)
#Moroccan#Al-Zahra al-Mansouri#The Poetry of Arab Women: A Contemporary Anthology#Tahia Abdel Nasser#Richard McKane#Nathalie Handal#(2001)
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palestinian poets: nathalie handal
poet, playwright, translator, nonfiction writer, and literary travel writer nathalie handal is originally of a palestinian family from bethlehem, and was raised in latin america, france and the middle east, and educated in asia, the united states, and the united kingdom. her recently published collections include life in a country album, winner of the palestine book award and a foreword indies book award finalist; the flash collection the republics; the bilingual collection la estrella invisible / the invisible star; the critically acclaimed poet in andalucía; love and strange horses, winner of the gold medal independent publisher book award; and more.
handal’s poetry draws on her experiences of dislocation, home, travel, and exile. she has taught at new york university, columbia university, and at the low-residency MFA program at sierra nevada college. she also writes the literary travel column "the city and the writer" for words without borders.
IF YOU READ ONLY ONE POEM BY NATHALIE HANDAL, MAKE IT THIS ONE
OTHER POEMS ONLINE I LOVE BY NATHALIE HANDAL
Talhamiyeh at voyages: journal of contemporary humanism
:3 at cordite
Cara Aceitunada at poetry magazine
Europa Nostra at the irish times
Others Are Us at poetry magazine
Counting in Venetian
Clouds in Porto Alegre Train Station at musa rara
Freedom at revista zunai
The Act of Counting at poetry magazine
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Nathalie Handal, from "Love and Strange Horses", University of Pittsburgh Press, 2010
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She's groovy!
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I found another fun roll of moments from our dreamy Midtvesten Festen
#linn heidi stokkedal#photography#photographer#analog#analog photography#staybrokeshootfilm#35mm#Staybrokeshootfilm#filmisnotdead#Midtvesten Festen#Handal#snapshot
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Nathalie Handal, “Gaza City,” in The Lives of Rain
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Love Letter, Nathalie Handal
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The Thing About Feathers by Nathalie Handal
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mngkinkh….
mngkinkh kita hny spsang gris wktu yg blm diprtmukan??😔😣
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Movement Two - Elegia Erotica
by Nathalie Handel
A horse. A stranger. An anthem. An impossible thereafter.
A lonely rift. A grove of trees. A touch. A cry. A murmur.
In what hours do lovers arrive?
In what hour did mine arrive?
How deep must he be touched to enter?
How deep must he enter to touch?
My lips. Body. Flesh. The curve of my neck.
Come on my flag. On my name. On the tip of my voice.
Horse. Stranger. Anthem.
This love is behind us. In front of us.
This is the bed. Sheet. Table. This is the room, empty.
Or is this now, an elegy to strange horses,
an erotica slipping into a body of questions.
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