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Adonis
286 books209 followersAdonis was born Ali Ahmed Said in the village of Al Qassabin in Syria, in 1930, to a family of farmers, the oldest of six children. At the age of nineteen, he adopted the name Adonis (also spelled Adunis), after the Greek god of fertility, with the hopes that the new name would result in newspaper publication of his poems.
Although his family could not afford to send Adonis to school, his father taught him to read poetry and the Qu'ran, and memorize poems while he worked in the fields. When he was fourteen, Adonis read a poem to the president of Syria who was visiting a nearby town. The impressed president offered to grant a request, to which the young Adonis responded that he wanted to attend school. The president quickly made arrangements for Adonis to attend a French-run high school, after which he studied philosophy at Damascus University.
In 1956, after a year-long imprisonment for political activities, Adonis fled Syria for Beirut, Lebanon. He joined a vibrant community of artists, writers, and exiles in Beirut, and co-founded and edited Sh'ir, and later Muwaqaf, both progressive journals of poetry and politics. He studied at St. Joseph University in Beirut and obtained his Doctorat d'Etat in 1973.
Considered one of the Arab world's greatest living poets, Adonis is the author of numerous collections, including Mihyar of Damascus (BOA Editions, 2008), A Time Between Ashes and Roses (Syracuse University Press, 2004); If Only the Sea Could Sleep (2003); The Pages of Day and Night (2001); Transformations of the Lover (1982); The Book of the Five Poems (1980); The Blood of Adonis (1971), winner of the Syria-Lebanon Award of the International Poetry Forum; Songs of Mihyar the Damascene (1961), Leaves in the Wind (1958), and First Poems (1957). He is also an essayist, an editor of anthologies, a theoretician of poetics, and the translator of several works from French into Arabic.
Over the course of his career, Adonis has fearlessly experimented with form and content, pioneering the prose poem in Arabic, and taking a influential, and sometimes controversial role in Arab modernism. In a 2002 interview in the New York Times, Adonis declared: '"There is no more culture in the Arab world. It's finished. Culturally speaking, we are a part of Western culture, but only as consumers, not as creators."
Adonis's awards and honors include the first ever International Nâzim Hikmet Poetry Award, the Syria-Lebanon Best Poet Award, and the Highest Award of the International Poem Biennial in Brussels. He was elected as Stephen Mallarme Academy Member in Paris in 1983. He has taught at the Lebanese University as a professor of Arabic literature, at Damascus University, and at the Sorbonne. He has been a Lebanese citizen since 1961 and currently lives in Paris.
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Although his family could not afford to send Adonis to school, his father taught him to read poetry and the Qu'ran, and memorize poems while he worked in the fields. When he was fourteen, Adonis read a poem to the president of Syria who was visiting a nearby town. The impressed president offered to grant a request, to which the young Adonis responded that he wanted to attend school. The president quickly made arrangements for Adonis to attend a French-run high school, after which he studied philosophy at Damascus University.
In 1956, after a year-long imprisonment for political activities, Adonis fled Syria for Beirut, Lebanon. He joined a vibrant community of artists, writers, and exiles in Beirut, and co-founded and edited Sh'ir, and later Muwaqaf, both progressive journals of poetry and politics. He studied at St. Joseph University in Beirut and obtained his Doctorat d'Etat in 1973.
Considered one of the Arab world's greatest living poets, Adonis is the author of numerous collections, including Mihyar of Damascus (BOA Editions, 2008), A Time Between Ashes and Roses (Syracuse University Press, 2004); If Only the Sea Could Sleep (2003); The Pages of Day and Night (2001); Transformations of the Lover (1982); The Book of the Five Poems (1980); The Blood of Adonis (1971), winner of the Syria-Lebanon Award of the International Poetry Forum; Songs of Mihyar the Damascene (1961), Leaves in the Wind (1958), and First Poems (1957). He is also an essayist, an editor of anthologies, a theoretician of poetics, and the translator of several works from French into Arabic.
Over the course of his career, Adonis has fearlessly experimented with form and content, pioneering the prose poem in Arabic, and taking a influential, and sometimes controversial role in Arab modernism. In a 2002 interview in the New York Times, Adonis declared: '"There is no more culture in the Arab world. It's finished. Culturally speaking, we are a part of Western culture, but only as consumers, not as creators."
Adonis's awards and honors include the first ever International Nâzim Hikmet Poetry Award, the Syria-Lebanon Best Poet Award, and the Highest Award of the International Poem Biennial in Brussels. He was elected as Stephen Mallarme Academy Member in Paris in 1983. He has taught at the Lebanese University as a professor of Arabic literature, at Damascus University, and at the Sorbonne. He has been a Lebanese citizen since 1961 and currently lives in Paris.
- See more at: http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/...
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February 3, 2019
دوستانِ گرانقدر، این دفتر از 54 شعر تشکیل شده است که به انتخاب، ابیاتی از آن را برایتان در زیر مینویسم
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بخوابم؟ چه خوابی. بیدارم و
حال و هوایِ روزگارم خواب از سر پرانده است
کسی میتواند
روزگار را برگرداند؟
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از هیچ
از جایی که معنا
در دشتها آواره میشود
عشق می آید و غریب میماند
گسترده تر از گمانِ ما و
بالاتر
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آه از عشق
سرچشمه ای
که از ستیغِ خستگی فرود می آید
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آموخته ام
که هستی را
تا مرزِ مستی سر بکشم
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از جدایی ها
که از بازگفتن شان
زخم پدید آمده است
با زمزمه کردنشان
نادیده اش میگیرم
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میخواستم
راز مگو را برملا کنم
اما
پرتوِ تو انفجاری بود
آتش فشانی
فراتر از گمانِ من
و بدین سان بود
که شوریدگی ام بازم داشت
و زبانم را
پایِ گفتن نماند
******************************
در گوشه ای
که خانه رنگ و رویش را گرفته و
پیراهنش را عوض کرده است
عشق مینشیند و
روزهایِ رفته اش را ورق میزند
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بازدمِ من
سپیده دم برو
به گلِ بامدادی ام بگو
تنم کوزه است
عطرم زخم
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امیدوارم این انتخابها را پسندیده باشید
<پیروز باشید و ایرانی>
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بخوابم؟ چه خوابی. بیدارم و
حال و هوایِ روزگارم خواب از سر پرانده است
کسی میتواند
روزگار را برگرداند؟
******************************
از هیچ
از جایی که معنا
در دشتها آواره میشود
عشق می آید و غریب میماند
گسترده تر از گمانِ ما و
بالاتر
******************************
آه از عشق
سرچشمه ای
که از ستیغِ خستگی فرود می آید
******************************
آموخته ام
که هستی را
تا مرزِ مستی سر بکشم
******************************
از جدایی ها
که از بازگفتن شان
زخم پدید آمده است
با زمزمه کردنشان
نادیده اش میگیرم
******************************
میخواستم
راز مگو را برملا کنم
اما
پرتوِ تو انفجاری بود
آتش فشانی
فراتر از گمانِ من
و بدین سان بود
که شوریدگی ام بازم داشت
و زبانم را
پایِ گفتن نماند
******************************
در گوشه ای
که خانه رنگ و رویش را گرفته و
پیراهنش را عوض کرده است
عشق مینشیند و
روزهایِ رفته اش را ورق میزند
******************************
بازدمِ من
سپیده دم برو
به گلِ بامدادی ام بگو
تنم کوزه است
عطرم زخم
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امیدوارم این انتخابها را پسندیده باشید
<پیروز باشید و ایرانی>
July 7, 2016
برخی از ترکیبهایش بسیار بدیع بود¤
۱_
راه من به تو
دشت است و کویر
مرا یارای رسیدن نیست.
اینک
در نقطه ای ناشناس
ایستاده ام
جایی که فصلها هم
در روزهایش با هم غریبه اند.
باز دستم را بگیر
باز دستت را بده
مرا بی تو
پای رسیدن نیست.
2-
فاصله ها
میان ما فاصله است
فاصله خون
فاصله ارتفاع
از بادهای بی جان
و از ستاره های بی نور.
فاصله ای
که مرگ و عشق را
به یک لهجه می نویسد
فاصله
خواهش خاموش.
3-
روزنه ای برای آواز
.
.
.
من برای این جایگاه روشن
از خاکستر دلداگان پیش از من
آواز می خوانم
که هستی تنها روزنه ای برای آواز است.
۱_
راه من به تو
دشت است و کویر
مرا یارای رسیدن نیست.
اینک
در نقطه ای ناشناس
ایستاده ام
جایی که فصلها هم
در روزهایش با هم غریبه اند.
باز دستم را بگیر
باز دستت را بده
مرا بی تو
پای رسیدن نیست.
2-
فاصله ها
میان ما فاصله است
فاصله خون
فاصله ارتفاع
از بادهای بی جان
و از ستاره های بی نور.
فاصله ای
که مرگ و عشق را
به یک لهجه می نویسد
فاصله
خواهش خاموش.
3-
روزنه ای برای آواز
.
.
.
من برای این جایگاه روشن
از خاکستر دلداگان پیش از من
آواز می خوانم
که هستی تنها روزنه ای برای آواز است.
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