The flashy poets and the poets with a schtick get the big audience, but it is the quiet poets whose individual poems more often linger with me. I'd trade all of Ginsberg, say, for William Bronk's six-line poem "After Bach" which derives from the cello suites the lesson that sadness "can be in part /to accept the absence of One to say it to" And it is Bronk whose work is called to mind for me by Yahia Lababidi's Barely There, in which "in embracing, we let go"' - H. L. Hix, Author of First Fire, Then Birds
Yahia Lababidi is an Arab-American writer of Palestinian heritage and the author of more than a dozen books of poetry, aphorisms, essays, and conversations. His work places Islamic mysticism in conversation with Western philosophy, exploring enduring questions of love, conscience, suffering, and spiritual awakening.
His forthcoming book Wherever You Are: Essays from East to West (Ayin Press, 2026) is now available for pre-order. A cross-cultural meditation on art, faith, and moral imagination, it moves between figures such as Nietzsche, Kafka, Rumi, Ghazali, and the poets of Palestine.
Recent books include On the Contrary: Wilde and Nietzsche (Fomite Press, 2025), a playful meditation on two kindred contrarians, and What Remains to Be Said (Wild Goose Publications, 2025), a gathering of aphorisms written across three decades. Poetry from his collection Palestine Wail (Daraja Press, 2024) was twice nominated for a Pushcart Prize and translated into multiple languages.
Lababidi’s writing has appeared in Liberties, Salmagundi, The Threepenny Review, Sojourners, World Literature Today, The New Arab, and DAWN, and has been featured on PBS NewsHour, NPR, and On Being. A five-time Pushcart Prize nominee, he has spoken at Oxford University and served as a juror for the Neustadt International Prize for Literature and the PEN/Heim Translation Fund.
His work has been translated into numerous languages and read at literary festivals across the United States, Europe, the Middle East, and India.
Mr. Lababidi is both an idealist and an intellectual. His aphorisms drive that point home. One critic describes him as such: "I find myself pausing everywhere among these wisdoms, wondering why the world stumbles and staggers through such a dark and greedy time when there are people alive with such keen, caring insight. . .If Yahia Samir Lababidi were in charge of a country, I would want to live there." I don't believe I would take it that far. The world we presently live in has outlawed idealists and intellectuals.
No intellectual or idealist leader would engage a nation in a foreign war when that nation is not under direct threat. Nor would said leader allocate billions of dollars abroad to fund such a war. The war in Ukraine with Russia comes to mind. Both Putin and Zelinsky are modern day czars. Poverty, homelessness, crime would, it seems to me, appeal to this intellectual leader first and foremost to combat.
But I digress. Find below examples of Mr. Lababidi's aphorism:
EXCHANGES
What unexpected turns our losses to take in winding their way back into our arms:
an absent lover returns as many others, a nation forsaken in the shape of a new life;
poems might take the place of parents and friends gone come back as a wife.
If love were not always a step ahead how would it ensure we kept up the chase?
ST SEBASTIAN
Sometimes, he found it difficult to dislodge the arrows preferring to keep them alive there reverberating in silence along with his invisible wounds.
THE OPPOSITE OF VIRTUE
One might say, a vice is a vise never mind if metal or moral, it's basically the same device
with cunning moveable jaws designed to fix us in place and cheat us of a change at grace
Impervious to all advice, habit hotly whispers false reassurance with tightening is iron grip
It takes no effort to slip into vice, but virtue is trickier to stick to like the back of a bucking bronco.
The poems of Mr. Lababidi ( Poet. Aphorist. Seeker ) take us back to pure poetry with their imagery, metaphors and deep sensations. We read about "the difficult doors of opportunity" which "suddenly yield at the key"; and "the intricate network of noise ". The feelings in the poems are superb. sensed more and more on re-reading. A wonderful book of poetry...