As tradition holds, the literary season closed on a high note with the Derzhavin Poetry Festival on Monday. Let us reflect on the journey.
Since last autumn, ahead of and following the BRICS summit in Kazan, we at Kazan Vedomosti hosted five online
Walking Alone
You come from all directions
Always alone
You walk toward the opposite of your starting point
Not knowing when you’ll return
Walking alone, from childhood to old age
Then from success to failure
Coming from
My Venice
I’d like to fill my hands
Of your lighter face,
Tie your splendid moons to my wrists
– Ah the beautiful, reflected moons
In the silent becoming -.
I would like to seal in the touch
– And in the
In childhood
When we had high fevers
We’d lie in Mother’s arms
Hearing her whisper
“Child, Mama is here with you.”
Ma Zhiyao, a distinguished Professor and Poet from China, shares his poetry
Ma Zhiyao, born
My eyes can also see
The green hills
Such a scene lights up
My homesick heart.
She narrates in her own words, “I began working on Persian Eyes after years of rehabilitation, following a serious accident, where I also took up Persian.
On August 3, Egypt’s artistic and journalistic communities celebrated the birthday of Egyptian writer and journalist Sana El Bissy, one of the most distinguished figures to have left an exceptional mark on Arab journalism. For more than five decades, she has successfully combined the sensitivity of an artist with the precision of a journalist.
Editor-in-Chief of Nisf El Donia
Sana El
