تويت
- The stops of the hasbala.taught me
the game of revenge in silence
A slap from my bitter tongue
Will taste you the bitterness
of my sorrow
here and there
Those mute discourses are deceptive
In the city of daffodills and lilies
The heart of my wrath quivers
And wakes up from
the embezzlement of
the question and the probability
Oh
If you follow that street of skills
The death is simpler than
a slow vision
And if you yield to lowness
That’s the message of death
Tush …tush
You… the world overwhelmed with betrayal
and hypocrisy
You… the doubled masterpiece
You… the fellow of the high citadels
From a man’s heart
to a lady
My mother taught me that woes are destined
But
Pound’s poetry taught me
behind every disaster there’s a woman
Am I a disaster mum
You‘re a violet
a broken mirror
a wandering boat seeking
a harbour for rest…My little daughter
How can I be the source of plague
as far I’m a woman ; mum
And behind me there’s a baby of love
Still sharpens a knife
A woman tears
the core of my papers
and my faith
A child travels in the narrow pupil
Of the straw of my closest love
Tears the fire of my bowels
that quivers on the name
of his eternity or extinction
Hangs the document of my defeat
on my heart’s inaugurating
Burns a piece of my cerebellum
Excessive in amazement
How come
And I am a woman
Destroyed by the highness
of a shadow … not a woman
Of a white idea damped with rose
Chosen for a woman
Tush …tush
Your face is no more smiling
From thinking
Your neck curved…My little daughter
Destiny
That you take refuge to
a man’s spectrum
for a woman
Destiny
That far glow of a woman
No shadow
No ray from a woman
I smell the odour of eternal death ;mummy
The female of my destiny
conquers me on the chest
of my hatred
The curve of her eyebrow
frowns my scared face
Her perfume’s fragrance
Her monotonous footsteps on the floor
Her eyes’ brilliance
Her dreams
tear my mistaken age
that stumbled
I see her
A smile wins from nothingness
Tolls the bell of the end
And scares my haressed grail
Now I perceive that
Love is a fire whose blazing
is a woman
Betrayal
revenge to death
are notions of a woman
And the blind hatred is a woman
Ashes is my heart , mum
My snow –mum – has become mud
The song of the spring
stummered the sonnet
of funeral and apocalypse
The stream fell the flower of my age
I doubt there is a hand that* assassinated the seeds of my happiness
When my heart blossomed green
In may or June
The spring clothed my heart
Poetry and dancing on nature’s melodies
My wedding came virgin
Equals the appointments
Of my destiny
Has it come
I think it so
A woman comes
Steals my joy from
the pocket of my secrets
Steals my truth’s innocence
Of my eyesight
in the room of my tears
the secret
She’s a woman
why do you spell death a lot
my little daughter
I miss –mummy –a soil
to embrace me
I wish to take refuge of Allah’s shadow
Eloping From a woman
I vanish from sun’s rays
inside my bier
Escaping from a woman’s shadow
From the pierceful eyesights
thrown by a woman
Death is more simple –mummy –
Than I feel the defeat of a woman
That Wilts my rose
and my reason is a woman
And me
Why am I a woman
who abhors a woman
Am I not a woman
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رد: Repercussions Of a Revenging Woman
Depleted by the war that we have delivered,
Tired by the acts that we are crossed,
we chose to Renounced our weapons and Surrendered,
to believe.
Nothing can’t to defend when “the end” is write.
No
Let us fly
As a birds fly
Let us fly
to throw in the sky
we know they are wrong
Fear that. what can we do.
I too
I dream to be a bird
And to fly too .
and because you
its My first flight
Again thank you
For this flight.
and this graet philosophy.
i feel BAUDLAIRE here.التعديل الأخير تم بواسطة رزاق الجزائري; 06-25-2008, 02:43 PM. -
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i am glad teacher.
i try to correct the mistakes.
Depleted by the war that we have delivered,
Tired by the acts that we crossed,
we chose to Renounce our weapons and Surrender,
to believe.there is Nothing we can defend when “the end” is written
and i feel shy here
.As a birds fly
as a bird fly or as birds fly. if i want.
the original poem is in frensh.in the first am a francophone.التعديل الأخير تم بواسطة رزاق الجزائري; 06-28-2008, 10:37 PM.تعليق
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The origina poem gift for u.
Epuisés par la guerre que nous nous sommes livrés,
Fatigués par les faits que nous avons croisés,
J'ai choisi de me rendre les armes à la main,
Y'a plus rien à défendre quand s'inscrit le mot fin
non
Laissez-nous voler
Comme les oiseaux voler
Laisse nous voler
Se jeter dans le vent.
Je sais bien qu'ils se trompent
Peur qu'en volant
Mais je voudrais tant
Aller voguer
Sur l'océan
Et puis voler.
J'ai moi aussi
Rêvé d'être un oiseau
Et de voler
C'est grâce à vous
Mon premier vol
Encore merci
Pour cet envol.
You have all my respect
welcomeالتعديل الأخير تم بواسطة رزاق الجزائري; 06-28-2008, 10:42 PM.تعليق
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حقيقة افرح كثيرا عندما اجد اساتذة لغات اجنبية بكل ذاك الزخم اللغوى و المعرفى و الثقافى .......الخ بالمقابل يتقن اللغة العربية و يحبها و يداافع عنها بهاته الطريقة ابداعا من امثالك و امثال الاستاذ و الشاعر والقاص و المترجم الفنان هيثم سعد زيان
لا املك الا ان انحنى لكما نكاية فى المعربين
انا ايضا سيدى رزاق دارسة لغة انجليزية و لكننى احب التحدث بالعربية و احاول الا اخطىء ما استطعت
الشكر موصول لك و لكل المذهلين الذين يتقنون اكثر من لغتين على الاقل
على فكرة عندك فرنسية راقية جدا ..........ارفع لك قبعة التقدير
محبتى و تقديرى
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