faisal-al-doori
Iraq
Faisal Al-Doori is a poet, story writer, critic, journalist and translator, and won a prize from The Arabic Union for Writers 2000. He has published many papers in English literature on Dickens, Wordsworth, Fielding, Defoe and Hardy. He got his PhD from Aberystwyth University 2015. He has a technical diploma from The Institute of Medical Technology, Baghdad (1974); a B.Ed. , an M.A in English literature, University of Tikrit (19980, 2003; and from The College of Education, Iraq; and an LLB from the College of Law, Baghdad University (2006).
When I happened to be in your presence
I was impervious
But I was too busy, thinking
How did The Creator design?
This beautiful being
Your hair absorbed sunlight
But reflected the colour of the earth
Your eyes drunk
sea blue colour
the colour of honey reflected
Coffee, and tree trunk
When I happened to be in your presence
I was careless
But I was busy to collect the pearls
Fallen from your lips
when you were speaking
I Imagined how your teeth were lined to form smiles
I wondered how did your Roman nose inhale only flowers' odour
I watched how did you touch table utensils
When you finished your meal
I was pretending to be careless
While I was busy to count the minutes left
When you left
I was pretending to be indifferent
But I was busy to arrange for the next meeting
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 6:24 AM UTC
You say that the wind has escaped its path
That stars are no longer minding us
The sun shines when we set, and sets when we shine
That the moon is no longer scattering its smiles on our faces
And that the river has forgotten its sleeping habits under our feet
The trees are no longer protecting us from freezing cold of heart and hell of death
And the sky is no longer blue
The ravens have invaded it and ravaged by ashes
The sea has provoked its whales and sharks;
And it has no longer produced its fortified pearls
The meadows have burned their herbs
The flowers have suspended their buds on the ropes of gallows
The nightingales have their throats cut and they are no longer singing
You say that the day has put out its braziers and turned to be as same as night
But you, my lady, might have gone deeper into the darkness of the night
I have learned the murdering of distances and invented a new alphabet for the heart
You live in letter F and I live in letter Z
So, we endow things with their meanings
The sea regains its calm and drives out its whales and sharks
And retains oysters , pearls and coral
Birds are singing back by the rhythm of an eternal melody
It set out in our starting and does not end in our termination
You say that Adam had not mastered the language of the heart
And he had taken divining at the altar of the body
And Eve did not learn how to tame the sun,
Or make fun of the language of the moon
She repeated her mistakes as the fools.
But you, my lady, create other nature of human beings
Adam is Adam, and Eve is Eve, clay, salt, and water
Before the first seduction they were not as the full moon
Even if they had been as such,
Adam would not have been and Eve as well
They were angels?!
Perhaps!
But they do not deserve the full moon
Because the one who deserves it, who is putting water and fire in one hand
Neither water extinguishes fire nor does fire devour water
But he runs water and fire whenever he wants.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
When Spring visits me every year
I pluck his roses
Spring bids me farewell with a fresh green smile
But this year
When I plucked my roses
Spring bade farewell with a crimson smile
I asked of course, “What happened?”
He replied, “The Stars fell off their perches
They had to look for new orbits
The silver moon was denied her colour,
She wore a purple suit.
The sun shone both as timely and untimely
But swore never to set.
The sea rivalled the tops of mountains
Its waves so fierce that
The wind, not to be deterred by land or sky,
Allied with thunder and lightening
To burn the lofty trees.
The land was estranged from the feet of dancers then,
But today, it is thrilled by the first
Beat and the full swarm of bright flute voices.
The land now opens its heart to receive
The bodies of immortals.’’
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC