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Said Al-waely

                  سعيـد الوائلي
            
saidwaely@yahoo.com 

   

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A Request

Over here
The time stops
In the wide corner from the cosmos,
The time stops
In domains that infinite
From doorsteps of shooting stars,
The time stops
Everywhere,
The time stops.
Then
The demonstrations follow in succession
From all sides
From all people
those who were born and died,
Those who were born
and are still alive,
And those who will be born,
Carrying candles
That spurt vermillion blood,
And the signs they tore
From the blue clearness of the Iraqi sky
Written on
"God"
Hasn't Iraq's ground had enough blood poured on?

Detroit

4/5/2004


 

The Sound of Poetry


NOTE FROM HOWARD ELY

 

Dear Said,


Every so often, as our Editors review the poems that have been presented our Editor's Choice Award, they personally select a few poems that they believe would have a wonderfully expressive quality if read by a professional reader. Your Editor has suggested that you become one of 33 poets whose artistry will be recorded professionally as a special part of a new CD poetry collection - The Sound ofPoetrv.
I'm writing to get your permission to include your poem
"Dream" in this highly acclaimed and internationally distributed three-album collection, scheduled to be released four weeks after we receive all permissions.
The Sound of Poetry, released as a 33-track, three-album CD set (one track for each poet), features an inspiring introduction as a prelude to the selected artistry, as well as a brief commentary about each featured poem and poet. Captivating Baroque music forms the background to the spoken words.
Said, your artistry will not be recorded without your permission. If you agree to have your poem included in The Sound of Poet rv, simply make any corrections needed, initial the box next to your poem below, and return this entire letter to us as soon as you can. And make sure to include pronunciation notes for unique names or other words used in your poem.
And Said. . . If you wish to obtain a copy of this
3 CD set (the entire 3 album collection costs just $49.00, plus $8.00 shipping and handling), please note, you won't find this item on the enclosed order form used for books and plaques (because so few poets .are chosen for it). So if you want a set, just send a note, or use the back of the book/plaque order form. Please remember to enclose payment, or specify your credit card number and expiration. And be assured, as with all our products, this album set comes with an unconditional money-back guarantee.
 

Dream

The time levitate
Day by day
Month by month
Year by year
When the boy mount to his old age His white beard fell down
And he hung his old age's smoke Behind the mirror.
 
Said J Alwaely
VIP P7418997 - 999 Said Alwaely
 Grandville A ve Detroit MI

Yes. I hereby grant permission to professionally record my poem "Dream" for The Sound of Poetry album. I understand that the album will feature my poem along with a brief commentary about my artistry, along with poems. from 32 other individuals, and will be released as a 3.CD set.

 

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A Mug of Water

A Mug of Water

Nude and slender
The dawn opens its eyes,
In-between its eyelids
A polar twilight,
A tremble...
Dangled
The sky's arms.
Fading,
Like the morning star,
A rhythm ...
On the flow of pains,
Vapor of the head
Loosens its ambush ...
The things are servile
Like the far away horizon…
Earth,
Like a blue drop of circumference
In the dark corner
Its light: the stars.
Centers
Come and go
Heavy blindness
Pervades the circumference,
And the dawn
Possessor of white hair
Emits his intestine's crowds
And gnaws the aim.
Dome Blue eyes
Dangles
From depth of the maze…
Eyelashes covered by branches,
Created Like the haze of canyons
And hide the secret.
An eternal desert
Golden cinctures
Dances in-between ear and ear
Its gray tail
The depth of circumference.
The summit of the patch slides
Like a surreal pole
And in a gelatinous cave
An earthy progeny lime
Like the tropic snakes Inhaling the fire.
And then for the vapor be
From coronation of a lie like a coronet!
But the truth
Like the air which we inhale,
Mug of a water Achromatic,
Taste,
And smell.
I hear the gulf under the rocks,
To sheathe my soul
In the veins of my bones,
I watch it slide
As a fish In the neck of a bird.

Written and Translated by: Said Alwaely

Said Al-Waely first poetry book in Arabic.

Said Alwaely 2007 Ambassador - Poetry.com

Said Alwaely 2007 Editors Choice Award - Poetry.com

Said Alwaely 2006 Ambassador - Poetry.com

Said Alwaely 2006 Editors Choice Award - Poetry.com
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