Thursday, August 21, 2014
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Travel Tickets ... By Samih Al Qasim (1939 - Aug 19, 2014)
The day I'm killed
My killer, rifling through my pockets
Will find travel tickets
My killer, rifling through my pockets
Will find travel tickets
One to peace
One to the fields and the rain
And one to the conscience of humankind
Dear killer of mine, I beg you
Do not stay and waste them
Take them
Use them
I beg you to travel
I beg you to travel
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
The Girl From Arroz (Poem) (By Jafar Alam)
When the sky weighed low and heavy, like a lid
On the exhausted spirit, given up the fight
And over the whole horizon it was solid
Pouring out a black day more sad than the nights
And over the whole horizon it was solid
Pouring out a black day more sad than the nights
The girl from Arroz arrives
To teach me how to long for the immense beauty of the ocean
To teach me how to long for the immense beauty of the ocean
And though it is okay if we find ourselves lost in its depths
All that matters, is that we never come out of it again
All that matters, is that we never come out of it again
There was a sadness that lived in her eyes
Like the cracked window of a house that had long been abandoned
We died quietly each day
Quite afraid to live
Quite afraid to die
Like the cracked window of a house that had long been abandoned
We died quietly each day
Quite afraid to live
Quite afraid to die
On the night of her departure
Her eyes, like glass, cried diamonds
When I said “farewell”
Her eyes, like glass, cried diamonds
When I said “farewell”
I held her
As the night holds the moon
As the night holds the moon
The sunrise stole our dreams
And I was left chasing her shadow
All my strengths knelt to one weakness
And I was left chasing her shadow
All my strengths knelt to one weakness
In her
Rises my sun
Rises my sun
Away from her
Lays eternal night
Lays eternal night
I tell her to close her eyes
And call it “escape”
One day we’ll run away from everything
And call it “escape”
One day we’ll run away from everything
I close my eyes
And fall in love with all the parts of her
She cannot see ©
And fall in love with all the parts of her
She cannot see ©
#JafarAlamPoetry
Monday, August 11, 2014
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