hazem al jaber

Rookie - 31 Points (21 may 1965 / kuwait)

The Poem Of The Sadness - Poem by hazem al jaber

The poem of the sadness

He knew me he wove.. To be sad
I am an indigent man since the eras
A woman makes me to be sad
For woman I cry upon her two arms like the bird
For woman.. The gathering of a pharmacist
Like flinders of the crystal broken


He knew me he wove my dona I become bad the habits
He knew me I come out of my house
In me for night for ugh! of the repeatedlies..
Mangy treated medically the perfumers..
The door of the clairvoyances was silent..
He knew me I come out of my house..
Let me comb the jetties of the waies
I chase after your face..
In the rains..
In lights of the cars..
I chase after your cloth..
In the cloths unidentified
I chase after your wraith..
Until.. Until..

In papers of the declarations..
He knew me he wove how I am in love on my face.. The hours
A search by from gipsy hair
envies him the fatigue of the Gypsies
A search by from face.. From sound..
He became all faces and sounds...


He let enter me he loved you.. My dona
They were moved..
I am from you I am not sickly
The cities of the low spirits..
Not versed never..
That the tears is the human being
That the human being without sadness
A memory..


He learnt me loved you..
To act independently as a boys
To draw your face on a walls
On topgallants of the hunters
On the bells, on a cross
He knew me he loved you.. How is the grain
He modifies a map..
He taught me that I am, an utter destruction is the most preferable..

holds back the earth from the turn
He knew me he wove the things..
She was never expected
Then I read the novellas of the children..
I entered the failure of monarches
I mused on to get married with me
The girl of the sultan..
Her moistening the inarticulateness our..
I am being removed the water from
That lips....

I desire from flowers pomegranate
I dreamt of I abduct her like a horseman..
I dreamt of I gave her the cinctures of the pearls and coral..
He knew me he wove O my dona, that to this
He taught me how the age passes..
A girl doesn't destroy..


He knew me he loved you..
How I weave in fatigue
In the nude trees, in the yellow dry papers
In the rainy atmosphere.. In rain..
In the smallest coffeehouse.. We drink in..
An evening.. Our black coffee..
He knew me he wove to lodge..
For unamed motels
unamed churchs
and unamed coffeehouses
He knew me he loved you.. How is the night
He becomes big the low spirits stranger..
He knew me.. How am I seing Beirut
A woman.. The tyrant of the seduction..
a woman. Red-handed all became tired
The nicestdress she own

and to spray on her breasts sweet-smelling
For the sailors.. The amirs..
He knew me he wove to cry without crying
He taught me how the sadness sleeps
Like cut boy the foot..

He knew me he wove that I am sad..
An indigent man from the eras is from us
A woman makes me I am sad..
A pharmacist is for woman of a gathering..
Like flinders of the crystal broken


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 8, 2005

Poem Edited: Friday, May 21, 2010

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