Faeq Al-Jawrani (Prepared Angela Kosta)
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FAEQ AL-JAWRANI (IRAQ)
SOUTH AGAIN...
I swear honestly
I suppressed my sorrow
Oh the flames and all your secrets
And my patience and my family were not stingy
On the violet hill
I committed madness and set the soul on fire
But the doves suppressed their cooing
The hour of the orchards' nap
And I was
Running after your fragrance and suppressing
Until the flags became
Flocks of worry and blood
Another tear and a postponed question
And forty oppressors have passed
And Christmas has not come
So to what end will the suppression go??
And to what end will the water of the veins remain
The oil of the lamp of every arrogant liar?
You have your chandeliers
And I have my chandelier
In the maze of blood and amalgamated fear
I write sorrowfully and restore the remains
And where do I get the rudeness?
Where do I get the dollar bills?
My threesome....
From under the bereaved palm trees
In our young city
Which was overrun by gray hair one summer
I release dreams in its true dawn
Sing with a nightingale that the wind brought
Perhaps
The nests will return to their nests
Perhaps
The honey will return to the sap of the stigmas
Never
In the soul, south
Never
In the soul, you are.
Prepared Angela Kosta Executive Director of MIRIADE Magazine, Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, promoter
