She Hunts Devils & White and Transparent
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The poems of Samir Darwish are paintings and still scenes; he halts the scene and dives into it to see himself clearer, to see the universe through moments that might appear ordinary, and habitual, from the outside at least. His poems are also very condensed, as he uses the least number of words possible to build an artistic body, benefiting from the published modern global poetry and from the new movement of the Arab poetry.
Samir Darwish
* Poet of the '80s' generation in Egypt and has experience in writing novel, critic, political, and religious articles. * Held several leading positions in government and civil cultural departments and participated in publishing literary magazines. * All of his poetry books have been translated to English. Some of his poems are translated to German and French. He participated in many Arab and international festivals and his works dealt with advanced university studies within the context of the study of literary phenomena.
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She Hunts Devils & White and Transparent - Samir Darwish
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Samir Darwish and Sawsan Fakih (2018)
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She Hunts Devils
Dedication
To Sohail and Saif.
I wandered a year looking for a new collection.
Here it is and here I am!
(1)
Piles of dust come out of their hiding place
And paste their colors on the cheek of the yellow sun
Hence coloring people with the dusty yellow.
Winds flee from their fetter…
Run in streets, lanes, roads
The entrances of gloomy buildings…
And stick loose clothes to the bodies of girls.
And my girl alone is there
Behind windows she firmly closed
And heavy curtains
She renders yellow a marginal color
And controls the distance between her yearning body
And her delicate clothes.
March 8, 2009
(2)
Grains of ash are sown in the horizon
Hence I don’t see but the shadow of your body going and coming
As if your eyelashes were spread on the ground
And your lusty lips were quenching the thirst of the homeless
The-walking-aimlessly!
Maybe you admitted that you have approached my fruits
Maybe feminine shyness overwhelmed you
Maybe you shivered as you drank from the stream
Maybe the warmth of your daze by the light fun was stolen.
Maybe, maybe
Yet you have committed the great crime
For love, my little girl, is our crime together!
Ash is indeed mastering and covering
And the day is conquering, sending our bodies to another dream…
An attainable dream…
Maybe!!!
March 9, 2009
(3)
I’m moving now between your things as a lover
Who, it happens that the fingers of his bare feet
Will be printed on the face of earth!
I’m emerging from the books of history
And penetrating the details of the geography of a young body God had created
For existential crucial battles!
The longing man has only to enjoy as much as he can
He has only to rise above laws of philosophy
And to cry out, seeking the help of God…
As he twists in pain for fire to exit from its hiding place
He has only to pierce his fingernails into the desert
So it grows white babies and angels.
I’m now emerging from the scene
Leaving books on the bed, and newspapers on the armchairs
And remains of boiled herbs in cups
And moisturizing creams on the commode
And fingerprints on a breast that belongs to me!
March 11, 2009
(4)
I move swiftly between the details
I throw my jacket on a seat near the door
Over other jackets
I pull off my shoes and socks in a hurry
I hasten to get rid of a fast food meal
And, at the same time, to get rid of the rest of my clothes.
Why do we like to sleep on the same side of the bed?
At least, in the beginning?
And why do I like to see you naked in glaring light
While you like to imagine me in pale darkness?
Now I realize that the colored glass gives our rite a glamor
That the walls are displays of a history of desire
And that I was not preoccupied with boxes of barley in their hidden place
Nor with the color of the floor tiles…
Maybe because I’ve become a part
Of the décor of chaos!
March 12, 2009
(5)
The penguin is swinging on its chair
Spreading the odor of my sweat in the room space.
The white towel is hanging on its rack
It misses the drops of water stuck on my body.
The safety belt / the cups of tea / the doorbell / the confessions /rice dishes / Arabic language / the boxes of barley / the ringing of the phone / the music of poetry / the softness of the skin / the newspapers columns / the silent supplication to God / the photo frames / the voice of Shwikaar* / the sugar / the guard / the nightdresses / the popular market / the artificial bumps / the moans / the narghile / beef / the lurking cold / the voices of the loved ones / the redness around the neck / desire /
Where were you long time ago?
/
.. .. .. .. ..
The penguin is swinging
And its hot blood is bleeding from my body!
March 17, 2009
*Egyptian actress and singer
(6)
I’m moving now among your things like a bird
A bird that swims in the air like he created air.
.. .. .. .. ..
A certain scent attracts me
It takes me from the extended asphalt and the similar buildings
And throws me into a pleasant chaotic world
A world that swims in the dim darkness and poems
And orange color and the dust of femininity.
Should I remove the rouge on your lips to see you real?
Like I see you in