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, poesia del poeta iracheno Mounzer Abdel Hour, tratta dalla raccolta poetica Adesso<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n lavoro accanto a un cimitero. Traduzione di prof.ssa Shirin Elnawasany<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Sussurri<\/strong><\/span> Nella sera in cui la notte sfugg\u00ec alla sua presa, Ma il corvo, mentre apriva la finestra della guerra, Se solo non ci fossimo mai incontrati, Ogni volta che una stella sorse dalla mia tristezza, Dal campo della mia memoria, Ogni volta che\u2026 la luce fer\u00ec la guancia delle mie parole, Ogni volta che bussarono alla porta, Ogni volta che colsi un fiore della notte, \u0647\u0645\u0633\u0627\u062a<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n \u0631\u0627\u062d \u0645\u0627 \u0631\u0627\u062d \u0645\u0646 \u0633\u0646\u064a\u0646 \u0627\u0644\u0623\u0644\u0645 \u0641\u064a \u0627\u0644\u0645\u0633\u0627\u0621 \u0627\u0644\u0630\u064a \u0623\u0641\u0644\u062a \u0627\u0644\u0644\u064a\u0644 \u0645\u0646 \u063a\u0631\u0633\u0647 \u0644\u064a\u062a \u0644\u0645 \u0646\u0644\u062a\u0642 \u0643\u0644\u0645\u0627 \u0635\u0639\u062f\u062a \u0646\u062c\u0645\u0629 \u0641\u0648\u0642 \u0631\u0623\u0633 \u0623\u0633\u0627\u064a \u0648\u0645\u0646 \u062d\u0642\u0644 \u0630\u0627\u0643\u0631\u062a\u064a \u0643\u0644\u0645\u0627 … \u062c\u0631\u062d \u0627\u0644\u0636\u0648\u0621 \u062e\u062f \u0643\u0644\u0627\u0645\u064a \u0643\u0644\u0645\u0627 \u0637\u0631\u0642 \u0627\u0644\u0628\u0627\u0628 \u0643\u0644\u0645\u0627 \u0642\u0637\u0639\u062a \u0648\u0631\u062f\u0629 \u0627\u0644\u0644\u064a\u0644 , poesia del poeta iracheno Mounzer Abdel Hour, tratta dalla raccolta poetica Adesso lavoro accanto a un cimitero. Traduzione di prof.ssa Shirin Elnawasany Sussurri Se ne \u00e8 andato quel che se n\u2019\u00e8 andato degli anni del dolore, e appass\u00ec la stella dell\u2019attesa. E divenne la melodia, un mazzo di lamenti nel palmo del Nulla. Nella …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":118011,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[13992,11082,12659,12629,86,1228],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/worldofculture2020.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/118010"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/worldofculture2020.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/worldofculture2020.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worldofculture2020.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worldofculture2020.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=118010"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/worldofculture2020.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/118010\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":118012,"href":"https:\/\/worldofculture2020.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/118010\/revisions\/118012"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worldofculture2020.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/118011"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/worldofculture2020.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=118010"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worldofculture2020.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=118010"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/worldofculture2020.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=118010"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nSe ne \u00e8 andato quel che se n\u2019\u00e8 andato degli anni del dolore,
\ne appass\u00ec la stella dell\u2019attesa.
\nE divenne la melodia,
\nun mazzo di lamenti
\nnel palmo del Nulla.<\/p>\n
\nl\u2019Amore si sedette sulle confessioni della rovina
\ne cant\u00f2 piangendo all\u2019eco del suo ieri.<\/p>\n
\ntrascin\u00f2 l\u2019alba per la testa
\ne svan\u00ec nell\u2019assenza.<\/p>\n
\nse solo non ci fosse mai stato nulla tra di noi,
\nse solo tutte le navi avessero accolto la mia barca,
\nper fermarci ai confini lontani
\ne incontrarci in una poesia.<\/p>\n
\nsbadigliai una ferita,
\ne i miei passi diventarono ponti \u2014di canto, di flauto.<\/p>\n
\npassarono due rose:
\nuna nel mio sangue,
\ne l\u2019altra con due germogli:
\nla prima nel mio sangue,
\nla seconda con un interprete.<\/p>\n
\nle mie lacrime si rimarginarono,
\ni miei affanni si placarono,
\ne i cavalli della mia oscurit\u00e0 si addormentarono.<\/p>\n
\nl\u2019emaciazione crebbe,
\nper aprire il filo della speranza
\ne far cadere la coltre dello stupore:
\nil richiamo della montagna.<\/p>\n
\nle stelle sussurrarono,
\nla luce cal\u00f2 sull\u2019autunno,
\nil vento cant\u00f2,
\ne le trecce del campo di nuvole ondeggiarono.
\nE quando ci calmammo e ci fermammo,
\ndalle pupille della domanda sbocciarono gazzelle,
\nper rimanere, in bilico, su ci\u00f2 che resta.<\/p>\n
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