Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen
Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen (Arabic: أديب كمال الدين) (born 1953) is an Iraqi Australian poet, journalist and translator writing in Arabic and in English.
Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen studied Economics and English Literature at the Baghdad University and has a Diploma of Interpreting (Arabic-English) from the Adelaide Institute of TAFE in South Australia.
He has published 14 poetry collections and won the major prize of Iraqi poetry in 1999. His poetry has been translated into many languages and reviewed by many Iraqi and Arabic critics and published in Man of Letters: 33 critics write about Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen's poetry (edited by Dr. Migdad Rahim). On the same subject, the Syrian critic Dr. Saleh... more »
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Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen Poems
The rain has fallen drop by drop Wave by wave Sea by sea Until the sun has risen, dancing in its wonderful light.
Strangers Dining Table
Strangers met at a dining table My heart's table. The eldest was turbaned The second ascetic
The Past of Meaning
The past came at the white dawn Wearing a soiled hat And a black dress. The past came to streets that it knows As a woman knows her hoopoe
Do not go further Than the children's table, Than the lofty joy's table, Than lofty date-palms,
An Attempt to Write
The poet wrote the title of his poem. He was tired like a severed head Alone like a desert falling into the sea Lonely like a grave waiting for a corpse
The Lady's Banquet
She got up; the dawn broke And the spirit's pillar looked shinning. She got up; my blood shook, The wall shook, the guards collapsed as orphans.
An Attempt to Await
Which awaits which? Does the sun await the street? Or does the street await the people: The simpletons and the beggars?
An Attempt at Madness
The moon is at the door Hung by its feet. Everybody became self-sufficient As a cut string.
The Head's Loneliness
In my height, I heard the sound of days, The days were as widows dressed in black. In my paleness, I heard the guard's voice
My losses are no longer unbearable. No sooner do I come out of a loss Then I fall into another. I - for example - died, Died a long time ago
The letter dropped And the age walking on one crutch was lost, Dropped and lost, Lost and slipped Slipped and annihilated,
Time Runs, Time drowns
Time runs, runs As a thief hunted by a policeman Drawing his big gun. Time drowns
Whenever I want to drink from the glass The glass of poison As Socrates did. I remember you
The kiss is a she-gazelle. The date is two eyes, a sahara and a gun. The kiss is a love poem. The date is a stab in the belly.
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The rain has fallen drop by drop
Wave by wave
Sea by sea
Until the sun has risen, dancing in its wonderful light.
The children have laughed
And flown through the trees of almond, apple and orange.
The girls have laughed
And become conscious of their beautiful rounded breasts.
The sweethearts who have been smashed by love
And the screams of the body constrained every night
The sparrows and starlings have laughed
In the middle of light and smoke.
The clocks and hospitals have laughed.
So have the patients, searching for a hope of ...