Sartawi Poesy
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Monday, November 21, 2016
You are in Baakleen*
Linger awhile
adjust the handles of your watch
on the rhythm of things around you
The sun slows down his pace
as he passes from here
to fill his eyes with the Chouf foothills
adjust the handles of your watch
on the rhythm of things around you
The sun slows down his pace
as he passes from here
to fill his eyes with the Chouf foothills
~
~ ~ ~ ~
Stop, O
passer-by!
adjust the beats of your heart.
Here the crowns of Chouf Mountains
hug the clouds
here the brides of cedar
feed from the breasts of the sun
here is the ascension of love and ecstasy
here the gods pour their aged wine
in the mouths of poets
adjust the beats of your heart.
Here the crowns of Chouf Mountains
hug the clouds
here the brides of cedar
feed from the breasts of the sun
here is the ascension of love and ecstasy
here the gods pour their aged wine
in the mouths of poets
~
~ ~ ~ ~
Dismount O passer-by!
take off your sandals
for you are in Baakleen
take off your sandals
for you are in Baakleen
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* Baakleen is a city located
in Chouf Mountains, 45 kilometers
southeast of Beirut, Lebanon. I was invited to Baakleen National Library
reading in early 2011 to participate in poetry reading.
Saturday, January 9, 2016
Plato
Thank you
for not including us in
your revolutionary city project
for not letting us play a tune
recite poetry
or prose
write a line
utter an alphabetical letter
or even breathe
Thank you
for not permitting us to build a
home
open a store
till the land
grow wheat olives willows
or roses
Thank you
for not granting us membership in
the Republican Party
for not allowing poets to open
an account
in the bank of your great state
or become members in your exclusive
club
of the rational
Thank you
for sentencing us to exile
contrary to poets' rights...
And so we came out
narrating and imitating
that we may not dry in that
painting
within your walls
Thank you...
The Soldier
At snail’s pace
he strolled towards the other
kingdom
leaving behind
two hollow eyes
goggling
in dismay
at a gang of vicious beaks
banging and clanging
until they cracked
the curved bone
and went picking at the
wet
white
brain
rain
listen sweetheart!
listen!
outside the rain
whinnies out loud
as it pummels the little hill
and rests a while
then gently... gently penetrates
the soggy soft soil
hear the blossoms on the cherry
tree
moaning with pain
Eve
O
our great grandmother!
You,
who were our original sin!
If
you were just a rib
that
Adam was robbed of
while
he was
slumbering
or
drunken
whence
have you brought those cunning eyes
that
dispossessed Adam of his power
liberated
him
and
us
from
the luxury of paradise
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