Mohamed Al-Maghout Poems
- The Hill Do not slap me, destiny, Metres of smacks already...
- From The Doorstep To Heaven Now, With the sad ...
- Shade And Noon Sun All the fields of the world At odds with ...
- Condemnation They stripped me of my sword as a warrior ...
- The Orphan Oh! The dream, the dream! My sturdy gilded ...
- Stars And Rains In my mouth another mouth Between my teeth ...
- The Siege My tears turned blue for staring at the sky so ...
Muhammed al-Maghut (1934- April 3, 2006) (Arabic: محمد الماغوط) was a Syrian writer and poet. He was born in Salamiya, Syria.
Muhammad Maghout was credited as the father of the Arabic free verse poetry, liberating the Arabic poems from the traditional form and revolutionizing the structure of the poem.[by whom?] He wrote for theater, TV and cinema. Maghut's work combined satire with descriptions of social misery and malaise, illustrating what he viewed as an ethical decline among rulers in the region. Some of his themes included the problems of injustice and totalitarian governments. He co-operated with Syrian actors Dureid Lahham and Nihad Qal'i to produce some of the region's most ... more »
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Do not slap me, destiny,
Metres of smacks already cover my face.
Here I am, while the wind's blowing in the streets,
Charging out of books, dictionaries and taverns
The same way soldiers charge out of trenches.
O centuries, mean like an insect,
You who seduced me with a fan instead of a storm,
With matches instead of volcanos.
I will never forgive you.
I will return to my village, on foot if need be
I will spread, on my arrival, rumours about you.
I will lie down on the grass and beside the ditches
Like a knight exhausted after ...