A perspective on the Arab revolutions from the West: British poet Naomi Foyle contrasts there with here, daring to hope that the spirit of Tahrir Square will travel the distance between them.

For Egypt
Everywhere, the revolution
nods off in the wings, misses its cue
and the long-scripted farce bangs another door
in the face of the people

Here, the people resist
each other, the television flattens
and expands against the wall
until it is the wall

and its cold grey plasma
seeps like damp into our lungs.

There, it is blood that rises
in the back of the throat
spills on the pavement

with the little girl’s mango juice
and as she cries, the revolution
jerks awake, not too late

to bring the house down.

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