ý My feet are torn,ý and homelessness has worn me out Park seats have left thier marks on my ribs.ý Policemen followed me with thier suspicious looks.ý I dragged myself from place to place,ý destitute except for ý day long memories of a home that yesterday , only yesterday,ý was mine and except for evening dreams of my dwelling there again (( Tawfiq Sayigh )) ý