Afnan and Aya: Poem for today!

Monday 10 September 2007

Poem for today!

Arabian nights
What do I dream of? I dream of an oasis as silver
and bright as the reflections of a thousand and one damascenes
on a sun's burning desert ray that moves, hazes, blinds
then silently fades away. I can see sunsets that of them
one could write a thousand and one amorets.
I can see the people in their coloured cloth,
can taste their bitter tea, but t'is not unfamiliar
For the desert they dwell is the desert in me.
So their sinister music has become my voice and their silks
and threads have become my flesh. And beside their blazing
fires, resting, searching the sky for rain or stars or a sign,
has yielded in me an impure fire. For the twigs of desire
lit mine.
My pen now runs on the tears that have been drained from this body and
this life. Tears that should have extinguished that fire but in reality
whet its appetite for
Me. A fire I both hate and love at the bitter crux of this bitter
fight.
Oh! The axe and the sledgehammer! Chop down this wood! Feed this fire! Let it not be barred!
Or else, shall I water it, drown it, kill it and leave myself choked with the ashes and charred?
This paper that I write on is dry like the sand the bare souls of these feet will never touch.
This lamp, in front of me, burns with the innocent heat of fires in desert midnights these
semitic palms will never clutch.
A wild reminiscence of those im-a-ginary lights.
These are my Arabian nights.

Note:
The structure of the poem at the start is significant as it is the traditional structure of Arabian poetry.
The syllables of "imaginary" are lengthened just as the notes are lengthened in Arabic music.

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4 comments:

Tasnim said...: did u write it together? it's great, esp the first three lines.; 20 September 2007 at 06:50
Afnan and Aya said...: no I wrote it myself I am Aya; 20 September 2007 at 12:04
dreamer said...: dear aya

that was a nice poet and i would like to shaer this poet with you

William Shakespeare 18 sonnet;

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

t; 10 October 2007 at 11:33
dreamer said...: it was hard for me to understand but i found this explaination in another sit;

SONNET 18 PARAPHRASE
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Shall I compare you to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate: You are more lovely and more delightful:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, Rough winds shake the much loved buds of May
And summer's lease hath all too short a date: And summer is far too short:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, At times the sun is too hot,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; Or often goes behind the clouds;
And every fair from fair sometime declines, And everything that is beautiful will lose its beauty,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; By chance or by nature's planned out course;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade But your youth shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest; Nor lose the beauty that you possess;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade, Nor will death claim you for his own,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest: Because in my eternal verse you will live forever:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long as there are people on this earth,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee. So long will this poem live on, giving you immortality.

dreamer; 10 October 2007 at 11:37

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A critical analysis of Kubla Khan by Samuel Taylor Coleridge:

In Xanadu did Kubla KhanA stately pleasure-dome decree :Where Alph, the sacred river, ranThrough caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile groundWith walls and towers were girdled round :And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ;And here were forests ancient as the hills,Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slantedDown the green hill athwart a cedarn cover !A savage place ! as holy and enchantedAs e'er beneath a waning moon was hauntedBy woman wailing for her demon-lover !And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,A mighty fountain momently was forced :Amid whose swift half-intermitted burstHuge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail :And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and everIt flung up momently the sacred river.Five miles meandering with a mazy motionThrough wood and dale the sacred river ran,Then reached the caverns measureless to man,And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean :And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from farAncestral voices prophesying war !
The shadow of the dome of pleasureFloated midway on the waves ;Where was heard the mingled measureFrom the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice !
A damsel with a dulcimerIn a vision once I saw :It was an Abyssinian maid,And on her dulcimer she played,Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome ! those caves of ice !
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry,
Beware ! Beware !His flashing eyes, his floating hair !
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

It was long thought that this poem about the famous Mongol warlord was a vision of Coleridge’s in an opium dream. This poem certainly has the dreamy, exotic qualities as it conveys to us an epoch beyond the boundaries of our own, “Alph, the sacred river”, “Xanadu”, “Mount Abora”. In the depths of its sleepy dreaminess, in Xanadu is where this poem begins, lulling the reader with mellifluous monosyllabic and disyllabic words of eastern, rich connotations, “sacred”, “pleasure-dome”, “incense-bearing tree”, intertwined with short, sweet vowel sounds in “Alph”, “ran”, flowing through to “man” and terminating at “sea”. The vowel pattern is echoed in the second sentence of the first stanza with “ground”, “round”, “tree”, terminating at “greenery” which echoes back to “sea”. The sounds in the first stanza ricochet and reflect one another giving us the impression of a distant, dreamy echoing, so typical of Coleridge. Enfolded into this delicate structure is are resonances, almost musical in their quality, of alliterative, liquid “l”s in “stately pleasure” streaming to “measureless” and “sunless”, gushing through “hills” and “rills and “blossomed”. The abstraction and languor is short lived however as “But oh!”, a minor statement, implies a sense of urgency. The mood of the poem becomes uneasy and almost frantic as we know that this dreaminess and perfection will typically end disastrously. The lexical choice of “savage”, “haunted”, wailing”, “seething”, “lifeless” implies this mood. The pace of the poem increases rapidly as like “Alph” the sacred river, it gushes with action through ingenious, well placed verbs such as “vaulted” and expressive personification such as “seething” and “flung up”. The stanza structure also imitates the “mazy motion” of the river with lines being longer and of varying lengths, very different from the first stanza. The repetition of “tumult” also evokes a sense of the force of the river and its power. The power of nature, defeating the power of man.
Understanding Kubla Khan is like following the course of a river with many tributaries. At one tributary, it is a moral story of power and corruption, of a person who rises above his mortal position and believes himself to be above the rule of higher moral authority who has offensively fed on the “honey dew” and sinfully “drunk the milk of Paradise”. Another tributary, the poem is a fragment of a dream and the hard hitting reality and the nostalgia after it is over. These tributaries confluence, however. They are all inescapably about man seeking what is not man’s. Kubla Khan seeks godliness and immortality through his pleasure domes, his “gardens with sinuous rills” and his “fertile ground” and they are inevitably destroyed by the very nature which he has exploited. Similarly, the writer seeks immortality through his dreams and fantasies and they are inevitably excised by their very medium, his soul. It is a poem which accentuates the unified endeavour of man to rise above his caste, to be admired, worshipped, immortal, great and thus the river joins its estuary.

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Assalam aleikum,

Welcome to my blog. We are two cousins who are Libyan and live in the UK. We wish, through this blogosphere, to communicate the experiences and culture of an anglo-libyan. We are fortunate to experience a melee of cultures through our own selves, famillies and the wider multicultural societies in which we live. We hope that this blog will serve to be a portal into different cultures, an enlightenment to those in darkness, we hope to educate and cultivate our minds. We wish to encourage debate and self-expression without barriers. It is only through speech and expression that we can further ourselves, it is the sine qua non of mankind. There shall be no frontiers uncrossed, no gates unopened, no curtains undrawn, no doors unopened and as the great Poet Laureate, Edwin Morgan said " Now let us begin, open the doors and begin".

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