Tag: Müesser Yeniay
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A Celebration of Women’s Poetry for International Women’s Day 2018
‘A History of Love Letters’ by Seanín Hughes Miss said every time I told a lie, Baby Jesus had a nail hammered into his hand. She said I had a sad mouth, corners downturned, pointing to hell. Stephen with the p-h had a mouth like sunshine. I gave him a token: a tiny toy […]
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A celebration of women’s poetry for International Women’s Day 2017
Featured image from “The Infinite Body Of Sensation” by Salma Caller Salma Ahmad Caller is an artist and a hybrid of cultures and faiths. She is drawn to hybrid and ornamental forms, and to how the body expresses itself in the mind to create an embodied ‘image’. UK based, she was born in Iraq to […]
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“The Wind of the World” & other poems by Müesser Yeniay
The Wind of the World For my grandmother you are under the earth I am on the earth with your body that is tired of carrying the wind of this world -a stone in the middle of my heart has been rolling without stop- I don’t know where you have gone the only thing which […]
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“Morning in the Garden” in Şiirden 37
My thanks to Müesser Yeniay who is editor of Şiirden Magazine (of Poetry) and who translated “Morning in the Garden” for issue 37 of the magazine. The poem first appeared in ANU 48 (Editor, Amos Grieg). You can read some of Müesser Yeniay’s work at the following links, Three Poems, Phoenix and other poems, and Kafes […]
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“Kafes” (The Cage) and other poems by Müesser Yeniay
Carvansarai of Night Tonight here should be dance of words -in the carvansarai of your glory- tonight I am as joyful as the grasses that saw the sun and full with the existence of my dream. Kafes (The Cage) Like a bird looking for its cage, I am flying around time In my chest, […]
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“Phoenix” and other poems by Müesser Yeniay
The House of God We landed from the house of God to the island of heart we came into being we are at the house of earth bodies are celestial Phoenix Poeta pirata est I should be a phoenix to the peaks of my imagination I should see the tips of my horizon […]
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Three Poems by Müesser Yeniay
Flower Village I learnt how to stand put from a flower Saw no other sun drank no other water I recognized my roots as a village my earth, the sky Seasons passed above me a nest of ants, bosom friends I learnt how to be a flower solely… solely, standing put […]