Stanley wrote to me 26.07.2021
The following is your poetry included in a big anthology, POETRY WITHOUT BORDERS, (PAGES 116-117) selected & edited from the ITHACA SERIES by Germain Droogenebroodt, which I proofed.
Thus far, it will be published in HINDI and CHINESE.
But no English publisher has yet come forth.
Love
Stanley
Das Folgende ist Ihre Poesie, die in einer großen Anthologie enthalten ist, POESIE OHNE GRENZEN, (Seiten 116-117) ausgewählt und herausgegeben aus der ITHACA SERIES von Germain Droogenebroodt, die ich geprüft habe.
Bisher wird es in HINDI und CHINESE erscheinen.
Aber noch ist kein englischer Verlag erschienen.
Last Wish
O wind,
I begged you so often—
and always you showed me
your furious face.
This is the last time
I beg you:
take me in your hands
and carry me with you
to the borders,
but don’t hand me
to the border guards.
Place a hammock
between our olive trees
and lay me in it.
Lull me
and then whistle
a cradlesong.
Hussein Habasch (Kurdistan)
he Standstill of Silence
Silently,
like a snowflake,
Christmas came.
At the junction of the night,
it met the standstill of silence.
Although tired of traveling,
it breastfed the starving children.
The Holy Evening was a guest
of the people.
Christmas remained not long
with its wonder, tied up its bag
filled with wishes and songs, and left.
Only the irony
it could not take with him,
so it hung it as decoration
on the branches of the Christmas tree
Hussein Habasch (Kurdistan)
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