Ahmed Raffa'a: Selected poems
Light passed from here
I
I'm tired
of all the lonely evenings
And all the many times
I've cried
II
I did not
catch the distant moon ,
spider webs hinder me
III
Oh,
I like to be a turtle so I don’t chew and bump
the road in one go,
why is it here heaping like debris ?
VI
The frost did not come,
the garden did not rise,
the star did not dance,
why am I so bound by the cuffs of autumn ?
Severed head
Oh,
I wish I would spike a smart farmer's hand ،
Or I walk with the wind
and do not smile like leaves carrying the emptiness
My long hands curl around my neck
and don't embrace the sky
Unsuccessful, unsuccessful, my hand everything
I did not wish to be a frog,
but why is my face
like the miserable swamp talk?
*Ahmed Raffa'a, born in 1996-Iraq. Bachelor of Laws, Department of Law at the University of Kufa. A founding member of the Stringes Club at the General Union of Iraqi Authors and Writers in Babylon, an official in its advisory committee, and deputy editor-in-chief of the Tariat magazine. Two poetry books were published for him by Tafwil for Publishing and Translation in Sweden - Orebro
Apollo and the dancing fragments
Demeter seasons. He has many poetry manuscripts not yet printed, and he has many contributions, including:
Poetry evening in London prepared and translated by Jawi News and presented by Kathryn Davidson, Professor of Creative Writing at Regent's University
A literary interview on the Radio of Sic University in Chile - Santiago, prepared by the journalist Engels Barrera and translated by Dr. Abdel Hadi Saadoun.
