Tag Archive: Kurdish Poetry

Mar 25

The Front Door of War

By Zhawen Shali   The girls of my village Were sizzling the sunflower seeds Because of the disappearance of the sun They were taking empty pots to the spring water And narrating the decisiveness of water to the water And used to get back with a handful of shy kisses They pass the entire spring …

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Oct 14


By Richard McKane, British poet and translator   Time flows or runs through Nazand Begikhani’s poems: the stream of her childhood becomes the mighty river Tigris then she finds herself washed up in exile on the Atlantic ocean, or by the banks of the Loire. But she is not prepared to just float with the …

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Sep 03

My name is woman’s dress.

                 “Good evening!”   My name is woman’s dress. I’m the one that the Homeland is ashamed to wear! This male history, this moustached Homeland, has never put me on in sunlight, or on a waterway, or wrapped me around a perfume flask. Those who put me on were: sweepers, pots, and trash bins. Those …

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