Choman Hardi

Choman Hardi Poems

Neither do the white bodies of the universe
say good morning to her
nor do the handmade stars
...

Soon they will come. First we will hear
the sound of their boots approaching at dawn
...

On a simple sheet of paper,
the moon sent these simple lines
to the sun's house:
...

4.

It sparks lightning
and broadcasts thunder.
It cancels drought
...

Unlike her friends,
she can't boast a waist any more.
Her hips don't swing and sway.
...

I was asleep in the middle of a pad
when he started writing on the first page.
The tip of his pen pressed down
...

The one you have finished examining
is my son. That is the milky coloured Kurdish
suit his father tailored for him, the blue shirt
...

Every day I try to lose them in the streets,
leave them behind in a bend in the road and keep on
walking. But they follow me everywhere, their voices
...

I will inherit my mother's kitchen,
her glasses, some tall and lean others short and fat
her plates, an ugly collection from various sets,
...

‘It is your last check-in point in this country!'
We grabbed a drink -
soon everything would taste different.
...

Years and years of silent labour
the Penelopes of my homeland
wove their own and their children's shrouds
...

You do not die! Not when you want to.
Not when you see your strong husband, the big
brother in his own family, kicked bloody by a group
...

13.

According to the latest classification, Kurds
now belong to a species of bird
which is why, across the torn, yellowing pages
...

Bewildered as leaves on the wind's wing,
drear as the space between motes of dust,
lustful as the gaze of fire, colourless
...

I'm not here.
What a shame, tomorrow day will break
and I won't be here anymore.
Shame, I won't be here tomorrow
...

Our nation is as lonely
as Father Adam was
before the fertile
...

Whenever he was in the mountains,
wherever he took off his shoes,
they would always point towards his city
...

My friend! You were like an apricot.
At the first bite,
I spat out the core and crux.
...

Choman Hardi Biography

Choman Hardi (born 1974) is a contemporary Kurdish poet, translator and painter. She was born in Sulaimaniya in Iraqi Kurdistan, the daughter of poet Ahmad Hardi. In 1975 her family fled to Iran after the Algiers Accord but returned to Iraq after a general amnesty in 1979. They were forced to move again in 1988 during the Anfal campaign. She arrived in United Kingdom in 1993 as a refugee and studied psychology and philosophy at Oxford and University College London. She did her PhD at University of Kent focusing on the effects of forced migration on the lives of Kurdish women from Iraq and Iran. She has published three volumes of poetry in Kurdish. Her only collection of English poems titled Life for Us was published by Bloodaxe Books in 2004. Her articles have appeared in Modern Poetry in Translation She has been a former chairperson of Exiled Writers Ink! and has organized creative writing workshops for the British Council in UK, Belgium, Czech Republic and India. She was a resident poet for 10 months at the Moniack Mhor or Scotland's National Writing Centre in 2004. She is a recipient of a Jerwood/Arvon Young Poet's Apprenticeship. In June 2007, an exhibition of her paintings at the Hawth Arts Centre in Sussex County. In 2014, Dr. Hardi was appointed at the American University of Iraq - Sulaimani as a lecturer in the department of English and Journalism.)

The Best Poem Of Choman Hardi

The Lonely Earth

Neither do the white bodies of the universe
say good morning to her
nor do the handmade stars
give her a kiss.
Earth,where so many roses, fine sentiments are buried,
could die for want of a glance, a scent,
This dusty ball is lonely,
so very lonely,as she sees the moon's patched clothing
and knows that the sun's a big thief
who burns with the many beams he has taken
for himself and who looks at the moon and the earth
like lodgers.

Choman Hardi Comments

im just a guy 13 November 2017

hi my name is guyyyyyy

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Wassup 28 January 2018

Hey I’m doing homework on her

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Yo 08 June 2022

Same bro

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angel love cherries 28 November 2017

was you sacred that you had to leave family and friends and if you could see your what would you say to them.

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Deez 05 October 2021

Haha Poem est une good

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Choman Hardi 28 April 2020

Dear colleagues, I wrote to you once before to clarify that The Lonely Earth, The Letter, Rain and Pregnancy are not my poems. They are Kajal Ahmad's poems which I translated with Mimi Khalvati. Can you please correct this on your page?

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kajalahmadsgmail.com 02 March 2020

Kinder Than Miriam, Directions, The Fruit-Seller's Philosophy, Rain, Stone Is Better, Birds, The Letter, The Lonely Earth, all thes poems by my (kajal Ahmad)

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Joe Mama 27 November 2019

IM DOING MA HOMEWORK ON HER WHATS HER MOST FAMOUS POEM AND WHYYYY TELL ME IM GANNA GET DETENTION

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Morgan Freeman 13 January 2019

Woman, Very inspiring Woman

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