Poetry

Footnote

By 
Faraj Bayrakdar

Sad and desperate
Bleak and forlorn
With guilty conscience
And bad intentions
Blindfolded
On the brink of the abyss
Burdened by 
     Shackles
     Mines

As Lebanon Dies

By 
D.H. Melhem (1925-2013)

my background is Lebanese
and peaceful, I said
proud of redundancy
grandmother beirut
grandfather damascus
my father tripoli
on the clear coast, a boy
diving for sea urchins
now the tides cast

My Friend

By 
Buland al-Haydari

My friend,
Why don’t you take your past with you and
Leave my path?
We have finished, ended,
And we remembered much, and forgot much.
With our own hands we cast away
All the deep love we carefully guarded
All that we guard in distant past:

The Compulsory Reasons

By 
Mohammed al-Maghout

Whenever freedom rained down anywhere in the world,
Arab regimes rush out to cover their people with umbrellas,
fearing that they would "catch cold."

Why would the Arabs appear to cling to everything and anything?
Are they about to drown?

Were you my Friend?

By 
Buland al-Haydari

Were you my Friend? One of the major themes in his poetry is his exile, or rather his self-exile. The coup d'etat of 1963 and subsequent events forced hundreds, if not thousands, of Iraqi intellectuals, writers, poets, and artists to seek refuge elsewhere. Today, they are spread out in all five continents. This dispersal of Iraqi intellectuals has been aptly termed the "Iraqi diaspora." The fact that al-Haydari lived almost half of his life in exile affected his poetry in a very significant way. In a poem entitled Were You my Friend?, he wrote:

A Vision

By 
Saadi Youssef

This Iraq will reach the ends of the graveyard.
It will bury its sons in open country
Generation after generation,
And it will forgive its despot…
It will not be the Iraq that once held the name.
And the larks will not sing.
So walk – if you wish – a long time.

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