Buland Al-Haidari (1926–1996) — born to a prominent Kurdish family in northern Iraq — grew up in the streets of Baghdad — reprieved minutes before a death sentence was to be carried out — lived and died in exile… a fascinating story, all the more so because of his importance as a leading modernizer of the Arabic literary tradition. Along with a small group of Iraqi poets, he began writing in free verse and treating personal and everyday life as worthy of a poet’s attention. This is the brilliance of Al-Hairdari’s poetry. He expresses the effect of political violence and the sorrow of living in exile with such intimacy, using the mundane details of life.
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Buland Al-Haidari Poems
Age Of The Rubber Seals
Oh Age of ours (Age of rubber seals,
Two damaged arteries The first in the heart
You Arrived With The Paddle
You arrived with the paddle and there was,
The same road, The same houses,
A False Step
Winter's sharp blade cut into the platform, The storm miaowed like A cat,
O mailman, What is your desire of me?
Another winter, And here am I,
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What is your desire of me?
I am far removed from the world,
Surely you are mistaken,
For the earth holds nothing new
For this outcast.
Still is, as it was before.
And tries to regain.
People still have their festivals,
And mourning connects one festival with the next.
Their eyes dig in the graveyard of their minds
Looking for some new glory
To quiet some new hunger.
China still has its wall,
A legend once effaced brought back by time.
The earth still has its Sisyphus,
And a rock that does not ...