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 Re: استخراج جثة رئيس تشيلي أليندي !!!!!!!!! (Re: كمال عباس)
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◦Why do I move without wanting to,
why am I not able to sit still?
◦And it was at that age...Poetry arrived
in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where
it came from, from winter or from a river.
I don't know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
from Poetry
◦He offered me his hand
the way an old tree might
extend a broken branch
stripped
of leaves and fruit
from Ode to an Aged Poet
◦Everywhere I got together
honey the bears devoured,
the spring submerged,
the elephant's treasure
and all this I owe to my own
crystalline parents.
The people gave me my identity,
I never ceased to be people.
I carried in the palm of my hand
the world with its archipelagoes
and as I cannot be refused
I never refused my heart,
nor oysters, nor the stars.
from Autumn Testament
◦The father of the loaves was forgotten,
he who cut and walked, beating
and opening paths, shifting sand,
when everything else existed, he existed no longer,
he gave away his existence, that was everything.
He went somewhere else to work and ultimately
he went into death, rolling
like a river stone --
death carried him off downstream.
from The Pueblo
◦Do tears not yet spilled
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كمال عباس
فيس بوك
تويتر
انستقرام
يوتيوب
بنتيريست