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A Collection of Poetic glimpses from the Book:
"The Fifth and The Last Nail"


Mahmud Kianush

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I am waiting,

But the moon will not rise

Until sleep has conquered the earth.


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It is not your eyes,

That show me the way,

But a sudden note from your heart.


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Laughing, you left my eyes

In search of the sun,

In the dead sea of a mirror;

The sky will never dawn.


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Talk to yourself

Until the end of time,

But in the absence of a voice

The wise world will remain silent.


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When you escape loneliness,

Love is glimmering just ahead;

But it is always hate

That embraces you

Before you can say who you are.


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The more you defile Life,

O the Crowned Ignorance,

The longer it will take for Death

To show you its mercy.


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My journey from the Cave

To the emptiness of the Moon

Has been a tiring agony;

Let me rest a while

Before I set off for Hell.


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Every spring the earth

Throws up all the secrets

Entrusted to her;

But I shall break mine to the last one

Before I return to her womb.


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The universe

With all her galaxies

Cannot fill my eyes;

Adorn it with a green leaf,

And my heart becomes

A green universe.


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God created the Earth

And left it idle in the void;

I looked at it with love,

Its beauty shone

And I called it World.


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Playmates of sparrows and squirrels,

Tomorrow they will all be lost,

And only poets and tyrants will remain.


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Since I began my way towards you,

I have become what I have known;

If you are the way,

Then who am I?


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Before you fall,

Look around

In the eyes of those

Who are near you,

And tell them you were also there;

Your voice will not be forgotten.


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Here I have always been a stranger;

But sometimes someone

Calls me in a voice

More familiar than my own,

And that is a real fright.


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I hide myself

In the bushes of words,

And you seek me;

Both of us are lost.


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He smiled in his agony

And pointing to the earth,

He whispered to his grieving son:

" Mothers are in love

With their own wombs,

And their wombs bear death!"


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