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HE IS A SOLDIER

Narrative Prose Poems

ANWER GHANI

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HE IS A SOLDIER

Narrative Prose Poems

ANWER GHANI

First edition

2020

The Cover by Anwer Ghani and all the arts here are by Anwer Ghani, the author.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PREFACE

"He is a soldier" is a collection of narrative prose poems by Iraqi prose poetry writer Anwer Ghani .

In literature, there is poetry and prose, and in the middle prose - poetry. According to the characters of the superficial and deep structures of the text, each text or writing has a superficial structure and it is the first building and level of understanding in the process of hearing or reading, and a deep structure which is the analytical level and symbolism in this writing system. While poetry is characterized by deep rhythmic and fragmented superficial structures, prose, on the contrary, is distinguished by its superficial and deep non-rhythmic structure. But in prose poetry, we find the non-rhythmic, non-fragmented surface structure and the deep rhythmic, fragmented structure, which is the reason for the crossbreeding of prose poetry. So, prose poetry is a mixture of prose, poetry, rhythm and non-rhythm.

Prose poetry can be produced in a narrative or lyric manner. If the pattern is lyrical in both superficial and deep layers, then there will be lyrical prose poetry, while if the pattern is narrative in both superficial and deep layers; there will be narrative prose poetry. But we can find a superficial narrative structure with a deep singing, lyrical structure. In this case, narratolyricism, there will be a hybrid of lyrical prose poetry, and this is the second hybrid within the first hybrid of the lyrical poetry. So narrative prose poetry is a hybrid within a hybrid.

The narrative prose poem is a narrative poetic text written in one block, in a horizontal form and based on the narrative writing and deep poetic revelation, which is one of the works of the “Arab Renewal Group” which was founded in Baghdad in 2015.

Anwer Ghani

2020

NARRATIVE PROSE POEMS

I WILL TELL THIS STORY TO MY CHILDREN

 

As I told you, I am an Iraqi man, my father told me that there is a large tent under its roof, there is a free man wearing smiles for foreigners. He told me that he embraced the stranger because he was a stranger one day. Look at my bag, I put my dreams in it, some flowers, my father's stories and some Mutanaibi’s poems but as you see, I am banned. I love Simic poems so much, and I hope to visit poetry institutes in New York, but I am banned, so I am sad, and I will tell this story to my children. You might think that I am an imaginary storyteller, but believe me, I am a man who loves the birds and coffee, but I am from the Middle East and this is my crime.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE GRANDFATHER ETERNAL STORY

 

I am a sunny man, I don't know mystery, and I don't need to sit on the hill to be a flag. Very simply, I like that I can count my fingers, and I like that I am very forgotten and that I am very invisible, like the stories of my grandfather. If you know how much we have hidden in the secrets of our land, and how many strange lines amber streaks on my cheeks. Just if you knew, then all those strange stories would reach your heart before dawn and before any sleepy kiss. We are warm farmers rocking like Autumn leaves falling over the dewy grass with love. Yes, we are forgotten farmers who love to drown in the cracks of this earth as our grandfather eternal story.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE DATES ON YOU AND THE VICTORY ON US

 

On the battlefront, a strange love that hugs the city dreams. There, an eye that looks at the children playing in the stream. On the battlefront, a heart holds the chants of the universe and dates descended before sunset for a fasting man his hand on a gun. It is his melted heart in love with this earth. It is his dates that go from the childhood years to distant mouths. It is his golden hand embraces bitter water. It is his eye that imagines beauty in an ugly face. On the battlefield, there is a fasting man defends the yellow fields. It is a bird that flies without borders, a bird that does not land on hatred twigs like fainthearts. In the morning, he opens his eyes to a new tomorrow, a new Iraq, and just before sunset, angels descend to him saying: the dates on you and the victory on us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A SHY OSTRICH

 

When your closeness read me as a shabby book, you give me a true life; the only hope. Your words are a joyful feast and a wide door that opens

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 22.05.2020
ISBN: 978-3-7487-4265-4

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