About her beautiful smile
Your mum,
How many
Silver statues
She slept with,
Intoxicated,
To replace your saliva
With silver water!
Always to the left,
Behind the first
Fold of rose,
There is a silver shine.
As though gods
And the gathering of conjurors
Bewitched,
Till numbing,
Whenever your half wetted
Smile,
With drops of silver water,
Radiates.
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Written in Arabic in Sydney,30/11 / 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.
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Poetry by Habib Fares
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Written on 2007-03-30 at 20:52
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'Silver Water'
Your mum,
How many
Silver statues
She slept with,
Intoxicated,
To replace your saliva
With silver water!
Always to the left,
Behind the first
Fold of rose,
There is a silver shine.
As though gods
And the gathering of conjurors
Bewitched,
Till numbing,
Whenever your half wetted
Smile,
With drops of silver water,
Radiates.
_______________________________________
Written in Arabic in Sydney,30/11 / 1997. Translated by the poet.
-
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
Read 246 times
Written on 2007-03-30 at 20:52
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