Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi is one of the leading African poets writing in Arabic today. He has gained a wide audience in his native Sudan for his imaginative approach to poetry and for the delicacy and emotional frankness of his lyrics. His poetry has always been concerned with the rich cultural and linguistic diversity of Sudan and its complex history.
Saddiq was born in 1969 and grew up in Omdurman Khartoum where he lived until forced into exile in 2012. From 2006, he was the cultural editor of Al-Sudani newspaper until he was sacked from his position for political reasons (along with 22 other colleagues) in July 2012 during the uprising against the dictatorship of Omar Al-Bashir. Saddiq only... more »
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Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi Poems
The body of a bird in your mouth breathing songs.
Are You the One?
I only notice a woman who gets no notice
Awoken by light, I scratch the glass of dreams, and find myself
Orchards surround his homes; there, translucent moonlight falls
A Monkey at the Window
The little boy, playing in bed while his wounded mother cooks,
Facing down wind in a dust-storm, wrapped up in his cloak
Poetry - may you be a green body. May you be a language
Your heart thumps as if she were already
What tempts a barman in the small hours? Nursing a drink that bores him,
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The body of a bird in your mouth
Raw light spills from your eyes,
You must breach the horizon, once,
in order to wake up.
You must open window after window.
You must support the walls.
I let alphabets cling to me
as I climb the thread of language
between myself and the world.
I muster crowds in my mouth:
suspended between language and the world,
between the world and the alphabets.
I let my head
listen to the myth,
to all sides praising each other.
And I shout at the winds from the top of a mountain.