By: Moftah al-Ammari** Show me my name I am drunk with my labour Show me my home Addresses of my family My face And my shadow if you can Show me O Father, and take a country ________________________ * From the collection (Mashyet Al’aser) – Libya – 2004 ** Moftah al-Ammari: born 1956, a renowned Libyan poet. Began writing short stories in the late 1970’s and by the mid 1980’s he emerged as one of the leading new poets in Libya. He has twelve published books.
By: Moftah Al Ammari** Because I am from the sap of the rough land My father a logger of dreams My mother a weaver of promise That gives birth to meaning I won’t migrate To another language Flying like deceived ashes Snatched between the wind mills Above towers of smoke Overwhelmed with delusional joys And the chatter of reckless whims And where ever my language might wander My song won’t fade Over the skies of our homes And the farms of our intimacy And whatever mistakes my mother makes I won’t hang out the washing of my days On our […]
By: Moftah Al Ammari T.: Ghazi Gheblawi Lonely enough with what I am That which is my body in the simple clothes Running as if the lightenings are my shoes Howling alone: Oh, she-wolf Take me from my mouth Away from your bosom Everything becomes in extreme rottenness and grandeur The sparrows wear their mystic fear And the terraces raving with extincted suns Alone Waiting every night With fearful ears For my house to fall down Take me from my mouth Oh, she-wolf I am tired from my wife When her hands tide me with confident imagination Wake up my […]