Marwan Ali

Marwan Ali (Syria-Germany)

Syrian poet

Born in the outskirts of the city of Qamishli in 1968

Work in many professions

 

From his works:

Yesterday Water / Beirut 2009

It is strange. There is Nothing About you in the WikiLeaks / Bahrain 2014

In press:

The Sky above Damascus / Poetry

Bird’s Eye / Biography

 

 

 

THREE POEMS

 

1/ My Mother

My mother,

Whose words are the soil of our wisdom,

did not sleep

fearing that grief climbs

over the little joy that

she sew few  days ago.

she opened thousands doors for years to come and make us  grow

and then we fall out of her tears

One by one

During absences.

 

2/ Music That My Mother Loves

In Kursour

I thought about the acquisition of a piano

To play for my mother

The music she likes

When she combs the hair of my small sister

 

3/  My Mother’s Paper

To Bashar al-Issa

Housseynou’s car gave out as in the middle of the road

Between Karsour and Qamishli

We returned on foot

My mother had asked me to buy

Laurel soap, sugar, and black tea,

She wrote that all on a chart paper.

She took the paper out of an old copybook

The paper flew in the sky

When we ran after a tup

Which jumped out of the car

Toward the wheat fields between the Nakara and Tel Faris

All the way

I was thinking

If that dreams cooperate with life

So we have not to bother too much.

 

Marwan Ali