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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Mohamed Al-Maghout Poems
Shade And Noon Sun
All the fields of the world At odds with two small lips All the streets of history At odds with two bare feet.
Oh! The dream, the dream! My sturdy gilded wagon Has broken down Its wheels have scattered like gypsies everywhere.
The Compulsory Reasons
Whenever freedom rained down anywhere in the world, Arab regimes rush out to cover their people with umbrellas,
They stripped me of my sword as a warrior my pen as a poet
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
Stars And Rains
In my mouth another mouth Between my teeth other teeth. O my parents... my people! You who sent me into the world like a bullet,
My tears turned blue for staring at the sky so long My eyes turned yellow for dreaming of the golden wheat, so long
From the Doorstep to Heaven
Now, With the sad rain Drenching my sad face, I dream of a ladder of dust,
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Shade And Noon Sun
All the fields of the world
At odds with two small lips
All the streets of history
At odds with two bare feet.
They travel and we wait
They have gallows
We have necks
They have pearls
And we have freckles and moles
They own the night, the dawn, the afternoon sun and the day
And we own skin and bones.
We plant under the noonday sun,
And they eat in the shade
Their teeth are white as rice
Our teeth dark as desolate forests,
Their breasts are soft as silk
Our breasts dusty as execution squares
And yet, we are the kings of the ...