Your Name Has What Resembles Haiku


A Poem By : Kamal Abdulhamid 




I

Curse! How did your name not die?
Did I not lure it to dance
In front of Rimbaud’s Hell ?



II

Tomorrow
You come to my death
I call you by your name
From one dust to another



III

We have nothing to hide
Our secret is an illusion
Because God is in your name
Before us



IV

Would that you came back
You would not need in the house
Water or sugar
I would let your name breathe



V

When you cry
I leave you to drown
I only ask God
To save your name


VI

When you go to sleep
Cover your name well
Wild honey
Innocently fascinates flies

VII

My father passed away
I stood on his grave
Two fruits have fallen
From your name into the shadow



VIII


I made a will to my brother:
Make the roads easy
To my grave
There, I prepare for your name
The road of tears



X

Who loves me more,
You or your name?
The rabbit did not notice my confusion
He went, white as he was,
To my mother’s lap

XI
At least
The curtain birds are left
Without water
This is what I must do
To sum up the crimes of your name

XII
Your stubbornness runs to kill
A soldier that fears love
Then bemoans with excessive humanity
But your name
Is outside the war



XIII


It is not too much, in my last breath,
To expect your name to hold my hand
And to mercifully close my eyes
On abandoned gardens



XIV

Friday … No minaret brings you
Saturday … Temples with no bells
Sunday … No prayer there for a lover
In which blessed day
Does your name soften?



XV


Your name knocks on my window every morning
It leaves neither an address nor a message
Do not beat it on its fingers
And threaten it with humidity and sun


XVI


I was born before your name
I grew up listening to the sound of the train
To travel and love you



XVII


Whenever I cry
Your name cries
Whenever you close the door
Your name apologizes
Whenever the wheat straws hurt me
Your name takes me
To the bread of Gods


XVIII

I remember the ten flowers of your feet
The prominent elbow rose
The bare neck branch in the summer
There is no blessing in your name
That I did not desire after you



XIX


Whenever your name cries
I pass its small hand
Over the top of the waves



XX


Where did you get your name?
From the mouth of this rose,
Or from the honey of the bee above it?


XXI

Had your name been here
He would never have forgiven her
My sister slaughtered three hens
The feathers fluttered
And covered the face of a sleeping cat


XXII

The dust ate half a building
The car killed its driver
The sea is too far for me to see
A lot of crimes
And your name is innocent



XXIII


Oh
Would that the mourners be quiet for a moment
I want you to hear
How I say your name
Before God

XXIV

How can I love your name like this
And enter Hell?
I asked God, and he said:
The likes of you do not cross Paradise
Twice



XXV

Nothing but your name
Wakes me up with a child’s jump
To drink coffee
With Mozart


XXVI

Wait for a while
I will raise your name up high
So that pigeons know their way
To the house



XXVII

Your name stopped me at the borders of “Al-Bendaar”
Three dogs woke up
I held its hand and walked


XXVIII

Your name stopped me at the end of “Al-Bendaar”
We looked behind
Nothing remained of my mother
But a willow tree


XXIX

Your name went out the door
Followed by a chicken and two cats
The dog watched the parade
Appropriating the shadows


XXX


I put the phone
On Nietzsche’s  Bible
The cover fell asleep
And your name woke up



XXXI

The billiard ball
Survived six holes
The woman at the end of the bar
Is too sad to resemble your name


XXXII

The candle is in a glass cup
The cup is on a glass table
The body of the café is made of glass
But your name
Is a faraway grass



XXXIII

“Do not be for anyone but my heart”
Your name said it twice
In front of a broken radar


XXXIV

Pay attention, sunset has begun
Go out, the moon is slowly becoming full
Push your name up a little
The sky has room for two moons



XXXV

Fields sprout downwards
It is a shame that gravity should leave the universe
To adjust the rhythm of your name


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