Samer Madbak Poems
- Poem 138, Sonnet 73: Figless My stalk is dry, these boughs ...
- Poem 139, Sonnet 74: Fish Oh little pet, how much we are ...
- Poem 002: Away, Distress! When lances of loneliness stab me ...
- Poem 135, Sonnet 70: Whitewash... Oh den of dire dreams, ...
- Poem 000: Paradise Conquered (...
- Poem 090, Sonnet 42: The Scare Sweet Mother, there is nothing...
- Poem 140, Sonnet 75: Deference Domesticated, this ...
My name is Samer Edward Madbak. I was born in Beirut, Lebanon, on the 31st of July 1969. I hold the Australian nationality, and I am married to a wonderful Lebanese lass; Salwa Wardeh. We have three beautiful boys, Edward (b.1999) and Mark (b.2001) and John (b.2008) . We live in Beirut, and I work as a teacher at the American Community School of Beirut. I teach chemistry to grades 9-12. I ... more »
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Poem 138, Sonnet 73: Figless
My stalk is dry, these boughs are struck with blight
This figless foliage stands a barren tree
A life anathema my fair decree
To wither from the roots is verdict right
I am the mark of ruin, bark of spite
The teardrop midst the joy of Bethany
The Gloom that counters Bloom's hegemony
The leafage shed despite the summer bright
I balk, no more the sparrow's honeyed rest
The cloth of Adam, or Nathaniel's lair
Accursed and stigmatized, my buds unblessed
I shed my verdancy, my limbs are bare
I am the perch of owls, the raven's nest
A cast of branches waiting ...