Sections of Solo Playing by Alfred Sam'an

Dear Sir

Allow me to congratulate you on airing this forum. This is a poem for the Iraqi poet Alfred Sam'an.

Sections of Solo Playing
Alfred Sam'an (Iraq)

The suns'll but come out of their dens
If the trashes of darkness are piled
At the skyline!

(2)
I crave for the arrival of evening
Lest
Light
Bring out the blunders of the morning!

(3)
The names snatch me towards
Towns
Of ivory
The eyelashes of my dreams vanquish
In the hideouts of Loss
I die every hour
And the hours are quenched in
Wilderness
Of a wearied….past
Pay no homage to memories
The smugglers leave
In the night ...the waves of seas
When none avails to chase
The wicked
Come to the stations of police
Exert no effort
When the face of the tempest
Sinks in the memory of sand
All burdens flock!

(4)
No to You!
Take not my fingers
The graves
Because there are in the dishes
Of my thoughts
Tunes that may decease
If remain stricken in
Bed!

(5)
The world is eagerly waiting
I utter one sound of a word, if so!
Much for uproars to roister
Everywhere, to go!
(6)
The picture
That overlooks
The window of love
Has become a corpse
Now the undertaker is wholeheartedly in love
The grave-digger!
It does not tolerate waiting any more!