|
|
 |
|
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
|
| |
|
|
 |
|
Drums and Reed Pipes
1
O you the night
Pop
I wouldn't have been
swollen like a bubble
While you're looking at me from the peephole.
2
The storming is lilac
And you're transparent
On my knees you beat
With a drum and a reed pipe.
3
I feel the noise in you
And I’m on my way to the light
From the holes of your eyes.
4
The sky embraces the stars
In the moment a thousand mornings
Dissolve behind the clouds.
5
As you sink in the waking
You climb the soul
Mystical glittering star
As if it's the poetry of your eyes.
6
O you the darkness
Sway sinking
In the spark of the words.
7
While you suffer the passing
I pant behind you
Like a bird opening his wings
Under the sun.
8
As soon as the soul falls
Like the sun of the summit
I reveal to you a great secret.
9
O you the transparent
As you pass
A fragrance spreads
Like your palm's incense
From the drumming of the words.
10
In jam of the darkness
As if the shadow is my hand
Dazzled it extends from your windows
Reaps the fruit of my pain that flees.
11
You ascend the afterglow alone
But I'm connected to you by the navel rope.
12
Indigestion
Like a match
Glowing
Without Sulphur
In the whale's stomach!
Written and Translated by: Said
Alwaely
Date: 07 / 12 / 2006
|
|
|
A Mug of Water
|
|
 |
|
 |
|
 |
|
 |
|
 |
| |
|
