Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen
Adeeb Kamal Ad-Deen Poems
|41.||The Head's Loneliness||9/6/2013|
|42.||The Lady's Banquet||9/11/2013|
|45.||The Past Of Meaning||9/5/2013|
|46.||The Picture Of The Jack In The Playing Cards||9/10/2013|
|49.||Time Runs, Time Drowns||9/5/2013|
|50.||Very Happy Telegrams||9/7/2013|
|51.||Waiting For My Beloved To Descend||9/9/2013|
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 ...
An Attempt At Eulogy
At forty years old
In the fortieth year
I sat at the door of a dream.
The dream was as lean as a lost date
As good as Bedouin fire.
The playing cards were showing its picture
With or without a crown
In a formal uniform or with ‘iqal* on head.
I became aware of its silence.