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Hiroshima was my City-like, until Beirut and its Port displaced it

Hiroshima is my City-like

You don’t want to approach Hiroshima.

You don’t need to visit my city like:

You touch a wall

You turn a rock.

 

What do you care of my city?

You will see but flies and road holes.

The only living friend

Is my gigantic boredom.

 

What should you care of my city like?

It was captured many times by hordes of Moguls and Tatars.

Every adventurer who set eyes on my city

Ended up suicidal.

 

Be careful my ignorant tourist.

Keep a distance of its broken columns,

Its hundred stone idols.

 

My heart is same as my closed in city like

Moonlight apprehends visiting it.

My heart is wet, a wet traveling kerchief,

 

A bird, for centuries lost in down pouring rain,

An empty bottle harassed on ocean waves.

Keep away from Hiroshima.

 

Tis no time turning a block of salt.

Note 1: A poem in Arabic that I extracted with abridged liberty from the late Syrian poet Nizar Qabbani.

Note 2: this atomic conflagration on the port of Beirut left over 200 dead and over 6,500 injured from the blast. More than 7,000 residence were demolished.

I thought we drawn in blue eyes?

Port of your blue sea eyes 

On the deck of your blue eyes rain

Audible vibrating lights.

 

On the port of your blue eyes

From a tiny open window

A view

Of faraway birds swarming,

Searching for yet undiscovered islands.

 

On the deck of your blue eyes

Summer snow is falling.

 

I am a kid jumping over rocks

Deeply inhaling the sea wind

And then returns a weary bird.

 

On the port of your blue eyes

I dream of oceans and navigation.

 

If I were a seafarer

If anyone lent me a boat

I would surely ease up my boat closer

To your blue sea eyes

Every sundown.

Note 1: An abridged free translation from Arabic of the famous late Syrian poet Nizar Qabbani.

We are just travelers…” A poem by Nizar Qabbani in 1985

قصيدة “مسافرون”
التي ألقاها الشاعر” نزار قباني “في مهرجان المربد الخامس في بغداد عام 1985 وبحضرة صدام حسين -وما كان مسروراً-

وقد أحدثت ضجة كبيرة داخل الأوساط الأدبية لجرأتها في حينه وتم التعتيم والتشويش عليها ومنعت من الصدور على الصحف وقنوات الاعلام

مسافرون

مسافرون نحن فى سفينة الأحزان
قائدنا مرتزق
وشيخنا قرصان

مواطنون دونما وطن
مطاردون كالعصافير على خرائط الزمن
مسافرون دون أوراق..

وموتى دونما كفن
نحن بغايا العصر
كل حاكم يبيعنا ويقبض الثمن

نحن جوارى القصر
يرسلوننا من حجرة لحجرة
من قبضة لقبضة
من مالك لمالك
ومن وثن إلى وثن

نركض كالكلاب كل ليلة
من عدن لطنجة
ومن طنجة الى عدن
نبحث عن قبيلة تقبلنا

نبحث عن ستارة تسترنا
وعن سكن
وحولنا أولادنا احدودبت ظهورهم وشاخوا
وهم يفتشون في المعاجم القديمة
عن جنة نظيرة
عن كذبة كبيرة…
كبيرة تدعى الوطن

أسماؤنا لا تشبه الأسماء
فلا الذين يشربون النفط يعرفوننا
ولا الذين يشربون الدمع والشقاء

معتقلون داخل النص الذى يكتبه حكامنا
معتقلون داخل الدين كما فسره إمامنا
معتقلون داخل الحزن.

وأحلى ما بنا أحزاننا
مراقبون نحن فى المقهى..
وفى البيت
وفى أرحام أمهاتنا

لساننا..مقطوع
ورأسنا..مقطوع
وخبزنا مبلل بالخوف والدموع

إذا تظلمنا إلى حامى الحمى قيل لنا: ممنـــوع
وإذا تضرعنا إلى رب السما قيل لنا: ممنوع
وإن هتفنا..يا رسول الله كن فى عوننا
يعطوننا تأشيرة من غير ما رجوع

وإن طلبنا قلماً لنكتب القصيدة الأخيرة
أو نكتب الوصية الأخيرة قبيل أن نموت شنقاً
غيروا الموضوع

يا وطنى المصلوب فوق حائط الكراهية
يا كرة النار التى تسير نحو الهاوية

لا أحد من مضر..أو من بنى ثقيف
أعطى لهذا الوطن الغارق بالنزيف
زجاجة من دمه و بوله الشريف

لا أحد على امتداد هذه العباءة المرقعة
أهداك يوماً معطفاً أو قبعة

يا وطنى المكسور مثل عشبة الخريف
مقتلعون نحن كالأشجار من مكاننا
مهجرون من أمانينا وذكرياتنا

عيوننا تخاف من أصواتنا
حكامنا آلهة يجرى الدم الأزرق فى عروقهم
ونحن نسل الجارية

لا سادة الحجاز يعرفوننا..
ولا رعاع البادية
ولا أبو الطيب يستضيفنا..ولا أبو العتاهية
إذا مضى طاغية
سلمنا لطاغية

مهاجرون نحن من مرافئ التعب
لا أحد يريدنا
من بحر بيروت إلى بحر العرب

لا الفاطميون..ولا القرامطة
ولا المماليك…ولا البرامكة
ولا الشياطين..ولا الملائكة
لا أحد يريدنا

لا أحد يقرؤنا
فى مدن الملح التى تذبح فى العام ملايين الكتب
لا أحد يقرؤنا
فى مدن صارت بها مباحث الدولة عرّاب الأدب

مسافرون نحن فى سفينة الأحزان
قائدنا مرتزق
وشيخنا قرصان

مكومون داخل الأقفاص كالجرذان
لا مرفأ يقبلنا
لا حانة تقبلنا

كل الجوازات التى نحملها
أصدرها الشيطان
كل الكتابات التى نكتبها
لا تعجب السلطان

مسافرون خارج الزمان والمكان
مسافرون ضيعوا نقودهم..
وضيعوا متاعهم

ضيعوا أبناءهم.. وضيعوا أسماءهم.. وضيعوا إنتماءهم..
وضيعوا الإحساس بالأمان

فلا بنو عدنان يعرفوننا.. ولا بنو قحطان
ولا بنو ربيعة.. ولا بنو شيبان
ولا بنو ‘لينين’ يعرفوننا..
ولا بنو ‘ريغان’

يا وطنى.. كل العصافير لها منازل
إلا العصافير التى تحترف الحرية
فهى تموت خارج الأوطان

نزار قباني –

101 Poetry Night

These are excerpts of a few poems delivered during the sessions

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

Maya Angelou – “I know why the Caged Bird Sings

From “Variations on the Word Sleep” by Margaret Atwood:

“I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
and that necessary.”

Art by: Meghan Howland

The two years
You were my lover
Are the two most important pages
In the book of modern love.
All the pages before and after
Were blank.
These pages
Are the lines of the equator
Passing between your lips and mine
They are the measures of time
That are used
To set the clocks of the world.

Nizar Qabbani
One Hundred Love Letters, Number 14

iPoetry.info's photo.

If you ever wake up forgetting,
I’ll let you eat
the sun whole; I’ll
turn myself into
a mirror
so you can see
all the light
that cracks out of
you.

A.Y. // a promise for the morning

Art by: Eugenia Loli

You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone.

Gibran Khalil Gibran

Become controversy.
Become the noise.
Cut through the politeness
of normalcy.

They demand that
you blend into the wall,
but darling,
you have always been
the masterpiece upon it.
Noor Shirazie

Art by: Weekend Hashtag Project

“Addiction is tricky.

For example: a man who quit smoking for 11 years spent 15 seconds in an elevator with a man smoking a cigarette. He gave in.

What I’m trying to say is I think I love you again.”

Sculpture by David Altmejd

By Nayyirah Waheed

iPoetry.info's photo.

Meet our guest poet for March’s poetry night!

Originally from Ras el Maten- Lebanon, Jana Bou Reslan is a doctoral candidate of Leadership in Higher Education at Saint Louis University, Missouri (May 2016).

She has been an instructor of the English Language and Education at several private universities in Lebanon.

She is the founder of iPoetry.info, an interdisciplinary project that advocates freedom of expression through retreats in nature, poetry workshops, and the website: iPoetry.info.

The project idea was first presented in TEDxBeirut 2012. Jana is currently the chairperson of English and Translation Department at AUST.

After earning her undergraduate degree in Elementary Education with Minors in Arabic and English languages, as well as an MBA from AUB & LAU, she has worked as an elementary and middle school English teacher for 5 years before turning into research and teaching at universities in 2010.

She will be joining us to share her experiences in the literary world, and perform poetry in both Arabic and English. Be sure not to miss it!

 


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