suleiman al-fulayyih Poems

Here they are-my tribe descending from the heights of the past- dust- colored gray eyed
‏Winds of the future lash them towards oases populated with rainwater
Here they are - like locusts of imminent drought coming from the last lands of the world
‏They arrived and scattered in this sandy desert like stone
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And I have dreamt today, mother
‏of winds storming the grazing lands
‏holding back my horses
‏expelling my camels
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…and tonight, Mother, I dreamt of winds sweeping the pasture,
quelling my horses,
expelling my deer,
publicly lashing me with a snake,
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Till when will we continue
to engage in this madness?
When will we strive, my friend, to be
not as others imagine us
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The women in this country are statues
They have been chiselled out of rock
Their hearts are piled high with emptiness
Their faces are stone and have no features
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What pain
When the heart darkens gloomily
Thick clouds
come crowding my mind, densely
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When will the promised
pony come, people
ask and ask and more
And more people are
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The bird who visited Me at night
In the end of that night scaped from my open window frightnley
He landed in my small bred
Handle it and fly
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Where ever the senses narrowed
The vision will be wider
When ever a material is hammered
Will be a stronger and shine
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He go like when he carry
Agoat in this darkness
His eyes like a hall of pistol
And his heart atimed polite
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