Joyce Mansour





Joyce Mansour


Born
in Bowden, The United Kingdom
January 01, 1928

Died
January 01, 1986

Genre

Influences
Surrealism


Joyce Mansour was born Joyce Patricia Adès in Bowden, England to Jewish-Egyptian parents. After a month in Cheshire her parents returned with her to Cairo where she lived until she was twenty. Moving to Paris in 1953 she became one of the best known Surrealist poets, authoring sixteen books of poetry, as well as a number of important prose and theater pieces.

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Screams

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4.33 avg rating — 42 ratings — published 1953 — 2 editions
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Essential Poems and Writings

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رغباتنا أمس أحلامك غدًا

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Islas flotantes

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Flash Card

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4.54 avg rating — 13 ratings — published 1978
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Torn Apart =: Dechirures

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Birds of Prey (Rapaces): Poems

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Κραυγές. Σπαράγματα. ΄Ορνια.

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Julius Caesar

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Prose & poésie: Oeuvre comp...

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“الأسوار تعلو
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رحماك يا رب آبائنا، يا إلهنا نحن الذين حلّت بنا اللعنات
أسوار اليأس القاتمة تحاصر رؤوسنا، سماواتنا، بيوتنا
إدرأ عنّا حنق الحاسدين
أُعف عنَّا، أنت يا من تشهد محنتنا
إِنس ظنوننا، ما قدّمت أيدينا، خطايانا
إمنحنا الرجاء حتى وإن لم يعد هناك رجاء”
Joyce Mansour, افتح أبواب الليل

“ثمّة امرأةٌ جالسة أمام مائدةٍ مكسورة
والموتُ يأكلُ أحشاءها.
لا شئ في الدولاب.
متعبةٌ من كل شئٍ حتى من ذكرياتها
تنتظر والنافذة مفتوحة
الضوءَ ذا الألف وجه:
الجنون.”
Joyce Mansour, رغباتنا أمس أحلامك غدًا

“For I must wander
On the deep sea bed
Showering pearls on dead man
Gathering shells
And sweeping the shadows of passing boats
With my falling hair
Across the sliding sands into the mouth of hell”
Joyce Mansour, Torn Apart =: Dechirures