Details Containing Books جدارية
| Title | : | جدارية |
| Author | : | Mahmoud Darwish |
| Book Format | : | Paperback |
| Book Edition | : | First Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 105 pages |
| Published | : | 2001 by رياض الريس للكتب والنشر (first published 2000) |
| Categories | : | Poetry |
Mahmoud Darwish
Paperback | Pages: 105 pages Rating: 4.31 | 5373 Users | 651 Reviews
Explanation As Books جدارية
"هزمتك يا موت الفنون جميعها"هكذا وفي عبارة واحدة يكثف الشاعر محمود درويش في جداريته ما حاول أن يقوله بأساليب متنوعة على مدى هذه القصيدة - الديوان
إنها لحظة التحدي الأخيرة بين لغة وذاكرة من جهة، ونهاية كانت تقترب بسرعة. فمن غير الشاعر يتطيع منازلة الموت بهذه الطريقة وذاك الدفق وهذا البوح؟
محمود درويش هنا جديد، تتصاعد درجة انتباهه على شرفة الموت، فيهدي إلينا تلك التجربة شعرًا آسرًا، يتوقف فيه الزمن وتتباطأ حركته، فتتأبد اللحظات واللقطات والمشاهد، لنعثر بعد رحلة جلجامش الشهيرة على سفر مبتكر للخلود
Particularize Books Supposing جدارية
| Original Title: | جدارية |
| ISBN: | 1855134969 (ISBN13: 9781855134966) |
| Edition Language: | Arabic |
| Literary Awards: | رياض الريس |
Rating Containing Books جدارية
Ratings: 4.31 From 5373 Users | 651 ReviewsCriticism Containing Books جدارية
I wont review Mahmoud Darwishs Mural, which contains the gorgeous 45-page title poem and a second, shorter poem, The Dice Player, both brought over into vigorous English by Rema Hammami and John Berger. Mural was written after Darwish underwent a life-threatening surgical procedure, and the poem bears the scars of that crisis; The Dice Player, his last poem, the poet read publicly in Ramallah just a month before his death on August 9, 2008. Both are powerful, but Mural is the more capacious, aI'm in love. I'm awestruck by how surreal it felt reading this; such intricacy - absolutely phenomenal.
every poetry lover should read the poems of mahmoud darwish. make me an I make you anoint me with almond oil crown me with cedar and transport me from the valley to a white eternity
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A lovely banter with death. Perhaps something in myself rejects me~be lenient when the roses pierce from my veins and wound me ~So sing darling goddess I am both the prey Anat and the arrows I am words the funeral oration the call of the muezzin and the martyrI havent said goodbye to the ruins yet So dont be what I was except once once was enough to see how time collapses itself like a bedouin tent in a wind from the north How places split apart and the what-has-gone wears the litter of a
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