Iraqi Poems by Manal Al-Sheikh
Jean Dark Like Jean Dark I’m going to practice black magic and lead my Country’s revolution never shall I let fire eat me up I did draw a crematory for the fire this time; It’s my own silence. A...
Read MorePosted by PrachyaReview | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry, Translation |
Jean Dark Like Jean Dark I’m going to practice black magic and lead my Country’s revolution never shall I let fire eat me up I did draw a crematory for the fire this time; It’s my own silence. A...
Read MorePosted by PrachyaReview | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry |
FROM THE ILLUSORY Yesterday, I slept on Mama’s breasts And I was prisoner to delusive thoughts Illusory reality was a prisoner too, Prisoner of my mind, of my eyes Yesterday, the night mirage turned My mind into phantom...
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Recurring A yellow hue crept under my eyelids, Formatting my sight, tuning my ears, A repetition of blinks, before I stretch and sit, Another arid day wishing to just disappear, The blandness of the Day, An...
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Reticence I hold my silence in your distance that you may live peace In this place devoid of life, where emptiness leeches the color from my world, I linger. Having failed to purge you from my Blood, the plague of loneliness...
Read MorePosted by PrachyaReview | Feb 11, 2017 | Poetry, Translation |
Treble I have entered the labyrinth and I have exited thence, wounded by skepticism. I moistened my ears with gurgling springs that let themselves be listened to from great distances, and I refreshed my eyes with the aura of...
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