Abd al Wahhab Al-Bayati
Abd al Wahhab Al-Bayati Poems
- Secret Of Fire On the last day I kissed her hands, Her eyes...
- Elegy To The Unborn City A Vision of Baghdad Buzzing with ...
- The Village Market The sun, emaciated, flies, And a ...
- The Book Of Poverty And Revolu... From the depth I call out ...
- The Fugitive I dreamt I was a fugitive Hiding in a forest.
- The Birth Of Unborn Cities I am born in unborn cities But in...
- A Sigh In Baghdad I am looking for a cloud A green cloud ...
He was born in Baghdad, near the shrine of the 12th century Sufi Abdel Qadir al-Jilani. In this respect, al-Bayati is unique among his peers, most of whom share pastoral roots. A man of the city, he lived close to the political heartbeat most of his life—one of his friends, Ahmed Abdel-Moeti Hegazi, said urban centers of "hotels and institutions, cafés and airports" were actually his temporary residences. London, Moscow, Madrid and Baghdad are all represented in his poetry. He attended Baghdad University, and became a teacher after graduating from Dar Al-Mu'allimin (the Teacher's College) in 1950, the same year that he released his first collection of poems, Mala'ika wa Shayatin... more »
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Secret Of Fire
On the last day
I kissed her hands,
Her eyes / her lips.
I said to her: you are now
Ripe like an apple
Half of you: a woman
The other half: impossible to describe.
And I escaped them
Both of us collapsed.
Now I pray
For the childhood of this light face
And for this ripe, burning body
I bring my face closer
To this gushing spring,
On the last day, I said to her:
You are the fire of the forests
The water of the river
The secret of the fire
Half of you cannot be described
The other half: a priestess in...