ISMAEL ALLOUSH

ISMAEL ALLOUSH Poems

*************************************

do not ask me! ! ...
most my days are the forgetting...
...

*************************************
I am fancying you..when you are be silent..I am absence in this silent...
and I hear you from distant.. and my sound do not touch you after...
I guessed this the eyes are soaring...
...

in the two evening windows of your eyes
two forests of palms under the darkfall
two amulets chant forever
two vernal balconies
...

***************
two cold wafts..
in the ways of hot summer...
two migrant songs..
...

not for longing for the bosom I lost it...
not for memory of statue I broken it...
not for face I buried it...
I am crying! ! ...
...

your eyes seat on my song...
weaving a sea...
pouring a billows...
in my eyes...
...

*****
I am and you...
and rains of damascus...
like the faith after godlessness...
...

three times every day...
*************************************
the road was as habit it..
_since we were borne_ miry road...
...

***


Between blue and blue...
...

The Best Poem Of ISMAEL ALLOUSH

Art Of Death

*************************************

do not ask me! ! ...
most my days are the forgetting...
my name! ! ...
my name is absence of absence...
I walk alone...
my shadow dress me black clothing...
I go some times...
then I return like the billows of sea...
I do not feel with berserk momenta...
and the moment is frosting inside my eyes...
and a leering of devil court me...
*************************************
if I did not know that it is my own yet...
I understand feel of my hair...
fields of delirium...
if I did not understand value of my life...
I know that it is my immorality..my asepsis...
I know that it is like the nausea...
godlessness after faith...
*************************************
art of death dance with my eye-lid...
it make my cranks as the ice...
it plash me as the silence between lines of my hand...
colder than bit of ice...
colder than coagulums of fog...
then I practice the despair between my eyes...
I throw out of them..chip of bread..
agape moon..deprival of the love..
and last poem that it was not read yet...
*************************************

ISMAEL ALLOUSH Comments

ISMAEL ALLOUSH Popularity

ISMAEL ALLOUSH Popularity

Close
Error Success