Words have a power that's fearless, and a magic that's unbeatable. They are a precise scale that can kill or bring to life, a remedy and a disease, rain and arrows. Words are eternal; they never die. They have a majesty that can plummet you into the deepest trenches or elevate you to the highest heavens.
Words have the astonishment
The memory of former Iraqi President Saddam Hussein's assumption of power; when this phrase is presented to us today after so many years, fleeting images from a long history pass through our minds, if only for moments. This is especially if you were a witness to those events firsthand, or if you chose to revisit and understand them later
I love you today as the wave loves its shore,
And as the river loves its estuary.
I love you now, and I hear your voice coming,
It takes me in its hands,
And it elevates me,
Towards a space where Fairuzian songs are written,
And it takes me,
Towards a time written in musical notes.
I tune in to the sound's
Whoever has the chance to visit libraries and places of books and magazines sellers in squares and main streets now will see a dazzling novel invasion, and perhaps will not find a single poetry collection or a single short story collection amidst this abundance of novel publications.
During a field trip, I asked one of the book sellers at
The World Poetry Movement is a coordination of international poetry festivals, poetry projects and poets from more than 170 countries that, through the globalization and realization of poetic actions, seeks to contribute to the construction of a new humanism for the twenty-first century, permanently promoting intercultural dialogue through
