Who is Sarnou Dalal

Dr. Dallel Sarnou is a full professor (at the department of English, Mostaganem university)and a poetess.She is involved in many areas including particularly Arab women writings and world literatures. She has already published a number of academic papers, a series of poems on electronic websites and two books with LAMBERT publishing. She is currently involved in newly explored areas like liminality, electronic discourse, digital humanities and educational technology....
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Sarnou Dalal Poems

  • My Forties
    Alas! I am here at the verge of my forties
    Looking backward and forward for my worries
    Backward, I see in me inexplicable naivety
    Forward, I see in this lady a careless aunty ...
  • A Heroine
    Like a soldier in a battlefield with no weapon,
    I am ever bleeding, but never fleeing my arena.
    I hold tight my wounds with my enemy’s ribbon;
    I never look backward, for I want to be a winner. ...
  • A Tattooed Memory
    Long years… though I have lived thirty seven short years
    Oscillating helplessly between feeble smiles and tears
    Wavering right and wrong between my peace and fears
    Losing myself every moment I lose enemies and dears ...
  • My Old ‘me’
    Eternally, the same places, the same faces, the same traces
    Of my old days of the scary past that is still there, that still chases
    My every dream, my every smile and my every inner peace
    I beg him to vanish and disappear; I say with fear: “go away, please!” ...
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Ballade Of The Midnight Forest
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Still sing the mocking fairies, as of old,
Beneath the shade of thorn and holly-tree;
The west wind breathes upon them, pure and cold,
And wolves still dread Diana roaming free
In secret woodland with her company.
'Tis thought the peasants' hovels know her rite
When now the wolds are bathed in silver light,
And first the moonrise breaks the dusky grey,
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