Guest Edited Poetry
Ghazal: In the Rain
by Zeina Hashem BeckIt’s impossible to lie in the rain.
It’s (im)pratical to die in the rain.
I forgot that you’re gone when I saw you
in my dream, though you were dry in the rain.
The sun’s irrelevant for the poet
whose language is the sky in the rain.
The coffee’s hot, the coffee’s cold between us.
Our meeting is a goodbye in the rain.
Bring me the blanket, love. & the window,
which is the house. No evil eye in the rain.
This isn’t traffic, but an old longing—
if you must ask it, ask why in the rain.
What use is Beauty, O tortured Sayyab?
Yours is the sole lullaby in the rain.
