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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


 

Written: Raheem Alkhyat 
Translated : Said Alwaely
Date: 03 / 01 / 2007

 

Short Poems



Sound
My homeland befalls
A stoned
silence
He never speaks.
Only after
my hometown smiles
truly
It is
His mouth.


Eyes
Blind... My homeland
Can't see but from
During
my hometown
because it is
his site.


Air
Air in the two lungs
air in the balloons
............ The balls
............. The tires
Our open air
In the exiles.


Cups
When they found me
I sip the cups of truth
bitter
They discard me,
barrow the flies' wings
And divided the trash.


Allegation
They allege a rumor
The water of my hometown is salty
I confound this fib
The bunch of the date palm
My hometown
Astonishment
His taste
A marvel.
 

 


Translated : Said Alwaely
 

 

قصائد قصيرة


صوت
وطني يعتريه
صمت
حجري
لا يتكلم قط
الا بعدما
تبتسم مدينتي
حقا
انها
فمه

عيون
بصير .. وطني
لا يرى الا من
خلال
مدينتي
لانها
بصره

هواء
هواء في الرئتين
هواء في البالونات
............ الكرات
.............الاطارات
هواؤنا الطلق
في المنافي

كؤوس
حينما وجدوني
اكرع كؤوس الحق
مرا
نبذوني
استعاروا اجنحة الذباب
وتقاسموا القمامة

ادعاء
هم يدعون اشاعة
ماء مدينتي مالح
وانا افند هذه الاكذوبة
عذق نخيل
مدينتي
عجب
ومذاقه
اعجوبة
 

 رحيم الخياط
 

 

 

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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

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