Childhood Memories Jounieh’s Bay was virgin still with water pure and scent Of brine that filled our lungs

Caesar, Kaïssar Rigid, bent, scarcely managing to drag either of his two feet, he went forward uncertainly, with

Byblos More ancient thou than Sumer, more radiant thou than Babylon, more glorious than Jerusalem. Byblos, High place

Byblos Byblos, dream of my night, come glowing with light Great wonder of history, temple endowed with mystery;

Butros and Dr. Yaacoub What is property, literary, artistic, commercial or financial? Surely it is nothing other than

Bkerke Esplanade One evening recently I was at Bkerke for the requiem of a saintly man, bishop of

Autumn... Winter... Autumn September comes in and we see all the homes Alive with harvest and the fruit

Ancient Civilization Phoenician To: Head Editor of Cahiers Science et vie Ref: N° 145, May 2014, issue 4/8

Alia - A Little Lady of Eighty We are standing on the heights above Byblos, a few steps

A Mother and Friend (for Joseph and Alain her sons) In all life on our earth there burns