Arabic Poetry: Trajectories of Modernity and Tradition

His death means the absence of that masculine celebration of the female body, and, in turn, the speaker’s dismay at such a loss. ...

the “Same and the Other.”^24 In “An Arab Cure for Love,” Qabbmnlsays about his love. It was a sword dormant within my flesh, An ...

rose, underscoring a feminized lineage that endows the name with love and appreciation. In the poem, he conjoins in the surname ...

The tribal and the poetical in Qmsim >addmd’s poem Qmsim >addmd’s poem “Ishrmqmt Yarafah Ibn al-Wardah,”^27 (Epiphanies/ i ...

In section five, he exchanges voice with “Yarafah,” anticipating death while elegizing the loss of his homeland. I read that I’l ...

troublesome career, chasing the poet away as the modern outcast. Qmsim addmd writes: Wherever I go I am tracked down by rapaci ...

Ash has shrouded the horizon. So for whom do the Sirens sing? The sea is dead, and on its face, grass floats with our golden day ...

The riders died. Is this how the years pass? With pain tearing the heart? (Ibid.) While making use of the voyages of Sinbad, the ...

allows no doubts or hesitations to disturb the addressee, and the message is therefore one of consolation and comfort despite th ...

Is this my city? Are these the pits, And these the bones? The shadows look down from their houses With their blood dyed somber T ...

to the Orient in his poetry and articles, invigorated a search for sources of poetry and poetics beyond neoclassical limits. Nav ...

as “the goddess of paradox, she is the model of unity in multiplicity” (Ibid. 22). This complexity offers the Palestinian poet M ...

In the first two sections of this long poem, the poet joins the mythical with the real. His poetic concern with details and his ...

Behind the funeral of a friend In the body of a strange woman In the woods of things when crowded With the years of a not coming ...

(Ibid. 66–68). The poet looks for the surprising and the unfamiliar, the flowing and the hidden beneath both hegemonic monopoly ...

European literature, and he was drawn to a glorious history of the past while his memory hovered around his hometown. Two coats ...

I bequeath you my desolation... My bread... And my cup... Just leave me the ecstasy For I am thirsty...Oh friends .............. ...

He went to the market and bought a lemon and tied it to a branch of the lean/slender bitter orange But.. He was not good at that ...

knowledge inhabit the emerging texts. Although Sufism has its own registers, its innate resistance to formality and limits, alon ...

but he is also the muted addresser in such a stayor arresting contemplation. The identification or fusion of the two gathers mom ...