Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance - Carl Sandburg..........Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject - John Keats .........Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge - William Wordsworth ..........Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand - Plato .........No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language - Samuel Taylor Coleridge .........One demands two things of a poem. Firstly, it must be a well-made verbal object that does honor to the language in which it is written. Secondly, it must say something significant about a reality common to us all, but perceived from a unique perspective. What the poet says has never been said before, but, once he has said it, his readers recognize its validity for themselves - W. H. Auden ...........Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash - Leonard Cohen .........There is a pleasure in poetic pains which only poets know - William Cowper .........Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood -T. S. Eliot ..........Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason - Novalis...........He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life - George Sand .........A poem is never finished, only abandoned - Paul Valery ........A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm arrives in this world warbling. If we do not cherish him, he spreads his wings and flies back into his homeland - Kahlil Gibran.............Poetry should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance - John Keats..........To be a poet is a condition, not a profession - Robert Frost........A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself - E. M. Forster.........Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo - Don Marquis...........Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things - T. S. Eliot ..........You can tear a poem apart to see what makes it tick. You're back with the mystery of having been moved by words. The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in - Dylan Thomas .........Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words - Paul Engle......... There is not a joy the world can give like that it takes away! Lord Byron

The Infant of Dawn

Iman Abdul Azeem Muhammad - Egypt

 

Sitting near the fireplace casting shadows upon my face

Chasing fire whips scattered along stone walls with grace

 Picturing madly figures a mixture of drunken lightning nights

Hearing twilight cracking from dawn's inner skylight

This peaceful holly tune forced darkness to consume

Away to the forbidden hell where hope no more pursue

Spirits laughed hazily with a joyful brightening sight

Light has conquered darkness goodness is a free right

To live to breath to utter words of speechless wisdom trees

Finally we can capture eternally the summer spectacular breeze

The tides of seven seas the ocean's divine cycling waves

 Gathering winds dancing with thunder sparkling knights

Air will release the prisoners of shameless titan's chains

Thus jailing tyrant's injustice mockery tools and toys beneath

Layers of mud and dust which they’ll wear instead of golden lace

It's your choice it's your final destined scorned resident place

 Once you played with fire to burn and slay the truest souls 

 Taste forever slavery bonds connected to your filthy rotten bones.

 

رضيع الفجر

شعر وترجمة: إيمان عبد العظيم محمد - مصر

 

أجلس  بجوار نار المدفأة  أستوعب نمط الظلال فوق حنايا وجهي

أطارد ألسنة اللهب بينما ترشق الجدران الحجرية كالسياط  الهائمة

أتصور خيالات أشكال مجنونة  خليط مخمور من الليالي المضيئة

أسمع شقشقة الشعاع الوليد يـنبثـق من باطن فجر ضياء السماء

تلك النغمات المقدسة للسلام  أجبرت الظلام على الإحتراق التام

بعيدا عند الجحيم المـحروم من طاقات الأمل الغير قابلة  للتجديد

ضحكت الأطياف لرؤيتها السعادة حتى أهتزت من فرط الفرحة

النور قد قهر الظلام كـُليا ليحلّ الخير كإختيار حـُر ّيمارسه الجميع

لكي نعيش لكي نتـنفس فننطق كلمات الصمت القادم من شجر الحكمة

أخيرا نستطيع الإحتفاظ  بروعة نسائم الصيف  و بقاءه معنا  للأبد

سنآسر    تيارات  البحار السبع  و دورة  أمواج المحيط المقدسة

سنجمع  الرياح الراقص في تناغم مع فرسان الرعد المتوهجين

سيحرر الهواء كل السجناء المطوقون بسلاسل  الجبابرة الفجـّرة

لذلك سيسجنون كل آلات التعذيب الباغية لعب الوحوش الهازئة

ستدفن تلك الألعاب تحت طبقات من الطين و التراب

التي سيرتدونها الطغاة بدلا من خيوط الحرير المذهبة

هذا هو اختياركم هذا هو مقر لقدركم مثواكم الأخير الملعون

يوما ما لعبتم بالنار لحرق و قتل أصدق الأرواح و اعذبها

ذوقوا للأبد قيود العبودية مربوطة بقذارة عظامكم العفنة

 

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