Qassim Haddad Poems

No one knows stone like me.
I seeded it in the fetus of the mountain,
and I reared it on blossoms of metal.
It grew like a walking child
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That was he
He was my friend
whose body opened to receive the blade
He was neither mad nor rash
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A body grants flirtation room for delights.
There is no pulse unless we are there
We caress the desire in the paradise of night and we fill the jar with silver.
A body is capable of dueling and attacking
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Everybody said it was useless
Everybody said, 'you're trying to lean on sun dust'
that the beloved before whose tree I stand
can't be reached
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Friends
weave their new rags
in a morning with a missing sun.
Their bodies convulse, and their fingers are caught in
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He put his paw in the lake
like one dipping a quill in a well of words…
He wasn't of reed,
nor has Love a thing to grant:
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I saw you in a body where stallions moan
and from whose arms storms emerge.
Abandoned to sighs
trampled by fillies with the whinnying of desire
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1-We are not an island,
except to whoever sees us from the sea.
2-Wine in half the cup,
the other half was not empty;
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I don't know how
I sit this way, my head the hat of the universe and my hands in a frenzy.
I am not tired or sad
I see whiteness, towers of chao
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While standing on the sidewalk
waiting for someone or something,
a man I do not know comes from behind.
He stabs me in the back with no reason or motive.
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