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Leave (By: Giuma Bukleb)

23 مايو 2011 By Imtidadblog in Bukleb, English, poetry, جمعة بوكليب Tags: Bukleb, English, Poetry, Translation

By: Giuma Bukleb* Leave So that the warmth of the morning sun can wander In our fig and olive trees and in this country that Knew peace before you occupied it To savor, without fear, the taste of bread and oil And restore, with hope, what you crushed of our dreams Leave So that our fear can rest for a moment And our grass sleeps, for one night, without nightmares And our palm trees extend its fronds’ shade without dread And our skies breathe peacefully And our sea wakes up from its nap to watch us standing, without you, […]

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كارول آن دافي أول إمرأة تتقلد منصب شاعر البلاط الملكي البريطاني

4 مايو 2009 By Imtidadblog in Arabic, poetry, translation Tags: Arabic, Poetry, Translation

في سابقة الاولى من نوعها في تاريخ الشعر البريطاني تم قبل بضعة ايام الاعلان عن تعيين أول إمرأة في منصب شاعر البلاط الملكي البريطاني Poet Laureate. وتسلمت الشاعرة البريطانية كارول آن دافي هذا المنصب الشرفي من الشاعر أندرو موشون، الذي عين العام 1999 وقرر حينها أن يتخلى عن اللقب بعد عشر سنوات، بعكس التقاليد الملكية والتي كانت تمنح المنصب طيلة حياة الشاعر المعين، وهو ما حدث لجميع الشعراء البريطانيين الذين تم اختيارهم لهذا المنصب الشرفي منذ إنشائه قبل اكثر من اربعمائة عام (1617) من قبل الملك جايمس الأول (هناك من يرجح وجود المنصب قبل ذلك بسنوات). اللقب الشرفي لا […]

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While drinking tea

17 مارس 2009 By Imtidadblog in al-Kikli, English, short story, translation Tags: al-Kikli, English, short story, Translation

By: Omar Kikili** The incident of the opposite balcony: As he opened the door a heavy dry silence confronted him. His one year old son bursting towards the door, lisping “daddy, daddy” as soon as he hears the key in the lock, in recent days his mother hurries behind him and picks him up taking refuge in the bedroom, despite his screams, kicks and thumps of his head on her chest. He closed the door. Removed his shoes on the door step, and entered in the roughness of silence and the rumbling of obsessions. His wife might be at […]

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A bench for two Lovers

11 فبراير 2009 By Imtidadblog in English, poetry, translation Tags: English, Poetry, Translation

By: Salem Al Okali** A desert swelling on the map.. Cities searching in the pockets of the unseen For the keys of the century. Streets narrow for the smoke of your cigarettes Open terraces.. Deluded with the washing drizzle On the pavement you bow Under hanging meat You pass with a woman A driver gave her the way In return for the light of her legs. Posters on the walls Workers on the side of livelihood Consuming coals of the narghiles. Italian shoes Don’t understand the language of our streets. Lovers pretending to be relatives And kisses postponed to […]

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Ahmed Yousef Aqila: The Clock (Short Story)

11 ديسمبر 2008 By Imtidadblog in Aqila, English, short story, translation Tags: Aqila, English, short story, Translation

By: Ahmed Yousef Aqila (1) We were waiting for the time to reach five o’clock. Actually we were waiting for the General. We Came and went, checking the stag and decorations, It’s true that the stage is slightly humble, and will nearly fit the General and his companions, but what can we do more than this, here in our village we don’t have any experience in preparing celebrations, and despite this, the organizers notified each other to any mistake, what ever small, and to tell the truth, the General is meticulous in these things, notices anything, doesn’t allow any […]

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Drought

14 نوفمبر 2008 By Imtidadblog in English, short story, translation Tags: English, short story, Translation

By: Al Sadiq Abudowara* (1) – But I don’t drink it… I don’t like coffee. – But the fortune lives in it…I will only see your face at the bottom of the cup. – I see it in the mirror and that’s enough. – The mirror shows only what you want to see…But your fortune doesn’t care…It happens every day…Renews…Approves deals… His face smiles and frowns… It might become skinny like starving children and it might die from fullness…Do you know that ones fortune might die?I knew someone whose fortune died…They say that it committed suicide or it drowned in […]

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أميركا

23 أكتوبر 2008 By Imtidadblog in Arabic, ginsberg, poetry, translation Tags: Arabic, ginsberg, Poetry, Translation

للشاعر الأميركي: ألن غينسبرغ أميركا.. قد منحتك كل شيء والآن أنا لا شيء أميركا.. دولاران وسبعة عشر سنتاً السابع عشر من يناير 1956. لا أستطيع تحمل عقلي. أميركا.. متى ننهي الحرب الإنسانية؟ اذهبي للجحيم بقنبلتك الذرية لا أشعر بخير لا تزعجيني. لن أكتب قصيدتي حتى أصبح بمزاج جيد. أميركا.. متى تصبحين ملائكية؟ متى تخلعي عنك ملابسك؟ متى تنظري لنفسك عبر القبر؟ متى تصبحين جديرة بمليونك من التروتسكيين؟ أميركا.. لما تمتلئ مكتباتك بالدموع؟ أميركا.. متى ترسلي بيضك إلى الهند؟ قد سئمت طلباتك المجنونة. متى يمكنني أن أذهب للسوق لشراء ما أحتاجه بشكلي اللائق؟ أميركا.. في كل الأحوال إنه أنا وأنت المثاليين […]

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A man walking entirely alone

4 سبتمبر 2008 By Imtidadblog in English, poetry, translation Tags: English, Moftah al-Ammari, Poetry, Translation

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 […]

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