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

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From Lonely to Alone

Mani Rao - India / Hong Kong

 

 

Let us move from lonely to alone

Walk into crowded places and be one of them - any them -

Go back to the same place until they expect our face

Salesgirls, bartenders, banktellers

All the public people

Counters that tick for anyone, everyone

You know the man who runs the corner shop

And the guard with no name who knows you by your floor

Give friendly strangers the liberties you give strange friends

From love to rugby to poetry, don't join the club

Don't decide, don't divide

Home is where the heart is and the heart is full of habit

Hum the schoolsongs that failed to teach you to love your country

Pack up your loneliness and shift it from place to place

Into the unknown

Voices at the other end of random phone numbers

Leave your eyes on in the dark

Stare back

Sleepwalk

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
 

وحدنا .. لا وحيدين ..

ترجمة: سيد جودة - مصر

 

فلنكنْ وحدنا لا وحيدينَ

فلننخرط ْ في الزحامْ

و لْنكنْ مثلهمْ

عائدين لنفس المكان لكي يألفوا وجهنا

فتياتُ المبيعاتِ

نادلُ بارٍ

موظفُ بنكٍ

و كلُّ موظف عامْ

و مكاتبُ تقرع أجراسها للجميعْ

أنت تعرف صاحبَ هذا المحلِّ على أول الدربِ

تعرف حارس مبناك دون اسمِهُ

كلُّ ما عنك يعرفهُ طابقكْ

أعطِ للغرباء الودودينَ من حظوة الأصدقاء الغريبينَ

حبّاً و رجبي و شعراً

و لا تشتركْ

لا تقررْ و لا , لا تفرِّقْ

فبيتك حيث أراد الفؤادُ

و قلبي مليئٌ بعاداتهِ

فترنَّمْ أناشيد مدرستكْ

وهْي لمَّا تعلِّمْك حبَّ الوطنْ

 فارتحلْ حاملاً وحدتكْ

في مدىً لا ترى منتهاهْ

سوف تسمع أصواتهم إن طلبت جزافاً هواتفهمْ

دعْ عيونك مفتوحة ً في الظلامْ

و لتحَدِّقْ

و سرْ كالنيامْ!

 

 

 

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