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"Crying Love" by the poet Moafaq Nader

"Crying Love" by the poet Moafaq Nader

By Arab Canada News

Published: June 25, 2022

Elegy of Love!

And you are writing now

With your sharp words

A poem

About my forgotten past

Do not put punctuation marks

So the letters do not fall

Into the abyss of meaning

And do not be stubborn

And scatter the metaphor

On the edges of dark amazement

But make it a belt for the waist of language

And an anklet

Tied by phrases at the crossroads of revelation

Do not depart far

While you wander the deserts of longing

For poetry is the drowsiness of speech

Perhaps a woman was seduced by crying

And began to accompany those departing

In the lapse of love

Accepting to drown you inside the walls of her canceled dream

Swallow your head

Foreseeing the panting of the sleeping wolves

In the caves of the mountains

Walk

And do not look back

And if your steps

Leave a trace on the sand

Instruct the wind to erase it with the tongue of its passion

And make the letters have teeth

Like the fangs of a broken tank

I do not want you

Have I told you that before?

I only wished to hold you

Before you record my will

On the embers

But you went far away

And left the tips of your glances

Melting in the waters of the angry river

I tried to cling to your white shadow

The blue butterflies mocked me

Cried with tears of copper

And I cried with them

With tears of mute words

I do not want you!

Only

I desire the scent of your wrists

Dripping with rain

I desire

To be given once more

To watch you

While you sigh near the spring

And the birds stand on the smoke of your cigarettes

To ask you without words:

Why don’t the street vendors display poems

Out of mercy for illiterate lovers?

You nod your tousled head

Your cheek dives into the violin rest

And you play

And you play

And you play

The air fills with your music

Some windows applaud

By a sudden wind

I feel like I am laid out

In a dark room

Little by

Little

The music fades away

The voice of the mourners rises

And death alone becomes the power to remain

I listen

As befits a laid-out lover

I listen but

Nothing passes through the wailing of the criers

Except one word

Whose letters compose your name!

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