A critical poem to a certain kind of givers.


Grants



Contaminated
by the sweat of gluttony
the Master washes up with milk.
Stained by guilt
he showers with the water of fear.
Horrified by a red spot,
remembers the poor,
he impersonates the virtues of the giver.
Forcibly, thrown away an ill-gotten bite
he philosophizes bribing with god.
Sensed some cleanness
his mood improves a bit,
he embezzles the words of poets.

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Written in Arabic, in Sydney,1997. Translated by the poet.
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P.S. As poems loose alot of their essence and technique, when translated to other languages - particularly rhyme and rhythm - members with English as their first language are welcome to edit or paraphrase any of my poems. Names of editors will be acknowledged where ever the edited poem published. With many thanks.

Habib Fares











Poetry by Habib Fares
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Written on 2007-03-21 at 02:45

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i like the imagery here of the sweat of gluttony. maybe we all sweat so to some degree.
2007-03-21