Quoted from Diwan: [Icarus: or in the management of darkness]

Quoted from Diwan: [Icarus: or in the management of darkness]

Dr. Alaa Abdel Hadi
 
Poetic Tales from the January 25 Revolution
 
The General Authority for Books. 2016.

Chapter Title: Tales of Hunting. and the animal.

Afrasianet – The wisdom of the text: "Poetry shows devotion only to itself."

(Abu Ja'dah):

The air was stained with whispers, and fate, and the forests were drunk, the folly of the fruit, the light in the corners was in place, disturbing the air, with the gossip that... Do not cover up the grievances and traces.

And the Qur'an al-Qamar (may Allah be pleased with him) said, "O Messenger of Allah, the Messenger of Allah (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him)." "Yes, but it is... Darkness may be destroyed, and it may be destroyed. The Devil Wears Prada. You are a stranger – in the vast seas – in the depths of the seas,

I repent to pain, I may eat the jinn, but I do not bring the carrion or the sour of screaming, and I soothe with foam and harr, I do not betray a woman in which there are tears and joy.

I am the hair-the tramps-faces. And the talk.

I only look out of the blood of innocents; "And all my father is valiant, but if I show the first game, I will be lazy," I record in my sorrow: "We are both empty of a lion!"

I am the master of the revolutionaries, who reaches the womb, does not cover his mahrams, and does not envy shepherds guarding his food. And they return without pay!

I am the servant of treason, how much I have wronged you in your texts! And the poem enraged me, they plant on the white green, his little house? Between the howls, and the sunken letters! From above the dead paper,

And you, not one,
Like my masked currency!

Do not know the companions of the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) except for the sake of the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him).

Face to face, I am sitting with you, sitting in your pillow, or under your thought, between a luxurious dream. And a nightmare,

You are two faces, so you will not know, "why" I am (here), unless you realize why you were (there),

We are the people of the world, the people of the world. Sayyidah min nāṣṇḍīṇḍāṇḍīm,

I will deceive the heroes in my story, and I will rise to the top of my platform, after the curtain, he will live in the book, my paw, what may... The frost is facilitated - every day - by the whistling of the wind,

A plant will grow out of the opening of the eyes, and in the skull space, spider webs, or beetle dwellings, and in the yard all the birds that are slackened. Don't cross the sky.

I am the partner of every full moon in the seduction, and whoever comes back with another plot that the consciences will hide every show,

This is me an "antigonist" who, no. Hammartia did not tame him, he is not afraid of falling. I am the one who "will take up the dust of the earth so that he may not be seen, for he is a man of length."

Is it for this reason that the audience goes, as the novel says, to the graves of the bear, so that they may understand?

What is left of our revolutions except dust or exhausted letters? Except the songs and the sadness, the taste of blood.

What is left of the days except its nervous number, the rest of its luxury, or what is finished in fasting from it – in the nights – eggs?

How despicable are poets, how narrow the houses are under my step,

I will burn the veil, I will free those who have been in the darkness of the chest from the desolation, "And for patience . . . If complaining doesn't work. More beautiful."

And it remains a pregnancy. Qadir On the passage. Confident... Like an echo! The full moon was a fragrant plot

Above the shadows: and the text. At night he gets up!

The text is looking for – still – you,

Or about its prey that...

Grow up with the fear of the heart!