Classic · Collection · Contemporary · Excerpt · Fragment · Lebanese Culture · Lebanese Literature · Passage · Poetry

Zeina Hashem Beck

My longing
was ruby-colored. I wore it
around my neck, and everything
was drunkenness and dance, every day
a kind of drowning—

— Zeina Hashem Beck, from “I Dreamt We Threw Bread Crumbs,” Louder Than Hearts: Poems (Bauhan Pub, 2017)       

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