A rebellious woman, she was born from the womb of a frozen nation
Yasmine Harmoush, an eminent Lebanese poet and writer shares her poems
Yasmine Harmoush is a Lebanese literary writer, born in Safira, Dinniyeh. Yasmine graduated from Lebanese University with a specialization in experience and auditing in financial accounting. She recently published the book entitled: “Jasmine” which includes texts on various themes and also talks about social issues. She has been writing poetry since she was 14 years old. She always has the desire and inclination to write down any revolutionary and poetic sentiment that runs through his daily life…
A DISTINGUISHED WOMAN
A rebellious woman
She was born from the womb of a frozen nation
As a linguistic masterpiece
About the lines of the shops are unique…
Slim figure
She rises to the heights of pride…
And curls of gypsy hair
Flows with freedom…
Her nose is like a lofty one
Zubaida Al-Abbasiya…
Her lips are burgundy
Like cries of truth
The violent blood…
Its fragrance of a wild flower
She broke the neck of the bottle and the bondage…
Don’t falter in her steps
Even if she walked without shoes
On a pink land…
A woman like the full moon, clear and clean
And luminous on moonlit nights…
Do not accept grievances, solid and proud…
Strong as olive roots
In the soil of its land, it is firmly established and rigid…
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BARBARIC MIRROR LIPS
Shut up!!!
You know what to say
And how do you dance?
On the two strings!
I will break you!
I replace you with a mirror that does not speak two languages
Don’t speak in front of me
Only with patience and sober flattery
You are the one who has grown old over the years
And you have passed the age by two ages
You are delirious about what you do not know
You’ve been afflicted with “psychosis” and “delirium.”
And your testimony is wasted
About the judiciary
Your statements will not be supported
All the judges
Even with the oath of two witnesses
And an argument and two proofs
What can you say?
Gray claws
You’re trying to invade my head!
And the spider of eternity
He will spin his threads
From around my eyes
May the edge of my eyelid be black!
Or the yellow of autumn
The skin of my cheeks took over
And dry depression
He decorated the lips of my smile! “L
You stupid and idiot
In vain you stupidly try to crush me
Not a single glance of yours will shake me
And there is no barbarism in your words
Didn’t you know?!
Queen “Ahlam”
She became an icon of aesthetics
So I was blessed
Inject the filler needles and live
Operating rooms!
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A CHILD OF DREAMS
I planted you as light
Flowers among the ruins
I formed in your roots
Dove wings
I left a darker ghost town
There is no war in it
Without darkness
Everything is permissible
In the horizons
I fly without feathers…
Or wings
Without barriers and clashes,
Or pain and sorrows!
I fall asleep on a pillow
Stuffed with ostrich feathers
I sway coquettishly..
With the wind and breezes
I flaunt a dress
It was embroidered with clouds
I collect the raindrops
I fashion them into pearls
I adorn myself with the necklace of life…
Studded with rubies from the sky
What a beautiful moment
I seduce deaf atoms in it
No noise from newspapers and news
No chattering thoughts
I breathe fresh air
And the nectar of dew
I sip, smiling
Long-term
I have spent my life
Why am I looking for refuge?
At the corners of life
I wish I could repeat
The hands of time
Days…
So that I can feel safe!
(Translated into English Nurul Hoque)
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Prepared by Angela Kosta Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator
