My favorite of his poems, so far, is In the Restaurant. As it opens, it describes an older woman, a "queen in exile" who rules over an extended family at a lively restaurant meal. The poet says she seems to embody "all that's customary, tribal, stable."
Then he gives you the background:
I love that.'Who, seeing this plump matriarch, could guess
That thirty years ago she'd risked her life
To cross Beirut's bomb-cratered no man's land,
Defying anguished parents, to say "Yes"
And be an unbeliever's outcast wife,
Careless of who'd condemn or understand?'
Amusingly, we are brought back to matters Islamic.
I meant to put it behind me,
But here is this poem to remind me.
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