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أريـد أن أمـوت قصيدة (آني سيكستون)
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Mar 2010
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Wanting To Die
Anne Sexton
Since you ask, most days I cannot remember
I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage
Then the most unnameable lust returns
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Even then I have nothing against life
I know well the grass blades you mention
the furniture you have placed under the sun
....
But suicides have a special language
Like carpenters they want to know which tools
They never ask why build
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Twice I have so simply declared myself
have possessed the enemy, eaten the enemy
have taken on his craft, his magic
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In this way, heavy and thoughtful
warmer than oil or water
I have rested, drooling at the mouth-hole
....
I did not think of my body at needle point
Even the cornea and the leftover urine were gone
Suicides have already betrayed the body
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Still-born, they don't always die
but dazzled, they can't forget a drug so sweet
that even children would look on and smile
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To thrust all that life under your tongue
that, all by itself, becomes a passion
Death's a sad bone; bruised, you'd say
....
and yet she waits for me, year and year
to so delicately undo an old would
to empty my breath from its bad prison
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Balanced there, suicides sometimes meet
raging at the fruit, a pumped-up moon
leaving the bread they mistook for a kiss
....
leaving the page of a book carelessly open
something unsaid, the phone off the hook
and the love, whatever it was, an infection
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هذي دمشقُ وهذي الكأسُ والرّاحُ
إنّي أحبُّ... وبعـضُ الحبِّ ذبّاحُ
أنا الدمشقيُّ لو شرحتمُ جسدي .. لسالَ منهُ عناقيـدٌ وتفـّاحُ
ولو فتحتُم شراييني بمديتكم .. سمعتمُ في دمي أصواتَ من راحوا
زراعةُ القلبِ تشفي بعضَ من عشقوا .. وما لقلبي إذا أحببتُ جرّاحُ
مآذنُ الشّـامِ تبكي إذ تعانقني .. وللمآذنِ كالأشجارِ أرواحُ
للياسمينِ حقـوقٌ في منازلنا.. وقطّةُ البيتِ تغفو حيثُ ترتاحُ
طاحونةُ البنِّ جزءٌ من طفولتنا .. فكيفَ أنسى؟ وعطرُ الهيلِ فوّاحُ
هذا مكانُ "أبي المعتزِّ".. منتظرٌ ووجهُ "فائزةٍ" حلوٌ ولمّاحُ
هنا جذوري هنا قلبي .. هنا لغـتي فكيفَ أوضحُ؟
هل في العشقِ إيضاحُ؟
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