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ريتا عودة- شاعرة وقاصّة ومترجمة من مواليد النـّاصرة 29-9-1960 * حاصلة على شهادة اللقب الأول في اللغة الانجليزية والأدب المقارن. * تقوم بتدريس اللغة الانجليزية في المدرسة الثانوية البلدية في الناصرة. * حصلت على المرتبة الأولى في مسابقة لكتابة قصيدة الهايكو على مستوى العالم. * حصلت على المرتبة الأولى في مسابقة "الهيجا" على مستوى العالم. * تملك موقعا على الشبكة الإلكترونية: http://ritaodeh.blogspot.com * تمت ترجمة نصوصها إلى العديد من اللغات عبر شبكة الإنترنيت. صدر لها : ثورة على الصّمت-1994 1994 - وزارة الثقافة والمعارف- الناصرة *مرايا الوهم 1998- المدرسة الثانوية البلدية –الناصرة *يوميات غجرية عاشقة 2001 – دار الحضارة – القاهرة * ومن لا يعرف ريتا 2003- دار الحضارة – القاهرة *قبل الإختناق بدمعة 2004 - دار الحضارة – القاهرة *سأحاولكِ مرّة أخرى بيت الشعر الفلسطيني - رام الله- 2008 *أنا جنونك-مجموعة قصصيّة بيت الشعر الفلسطيني - رام الله- 2009 مجموعات الكترونيّة: بنفسجُ الغربـــَة 2008-رواية قصيرة طوبى للغرباء-رواية قصيرة-2007 سيمفونية العودة 2010-رواية




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وهي تُعمِّدُ العشبَ والشجرْ
أن أفاوضَ الطيورَ على أجنحتها،
والناياتِ على نغماتها.


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وكأنبياء العهدِ القديم
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يشوِّه كلَّ أحلامي



الخميس، 13 أغسطس، 2009

Poems By: Rita Odeh, Nazareth







-1-
Christmas Thoughts


Filled with your delicious revelation,
I walk
Among hundreds of tired, worried faces
Who hurry at night
To the christmas tree
And to the wailing of the stove
I do realize that
I have no homeland
Except your heart
*
Spiritual Songs are heard everywhere:
"Grace prevails in the sky ”
The pulse of my heart quickens
I go on singing:
.
.
Occupation prevails on earth,)
Hearts are thirsty to peace)
*
Bells which begin to ring
Tear up the fog which surrounds
Jerusalem
They sound as drums of war
I see ghosts of planes
Spitting hatred from above
While
Spiritual songs still go on:
(It is snowing,
It is snowing:
PEACE,
LOVE,
and
GOOD)
.
.
Misery accumulates
More and more
In the crib of the heart
*
It is raining slightly.
On the path of pain
There are hungry and thirsty people
Who are still
sieging their siege
And dreaming
Of the prophecy of peace
*
The spiritual song
Freezes the bones:
.
.
(It is snowing, It is snowing..)
.
.
I seek the warmth of my promise
To be yours
As long as the dream goes on
Because the waves of love
Struck the rock of my heart
And caused it to split
It
Read a fervent prayer
And fell willingly
As a fish
In your sea
*
Oh my beloved Stranger,
You who is living
Under the snow of disunion
Every eve,
In which you can become the hero
Who listens to my pure bitter stories
About the dryness of exile
And the pain of Identity loss
Till I manage to conquer
The throne of your emotions,
.
.
Every such eve,
Is the real:
Christmas Eve


2003





-2-
I did not tell


I did not tell
The small birds
About us
For they have dwelled in us
And immigrated
As we forsook
Our coo
And broke up


You unfastened
My chains
And gave me the identity of tears
I unfastened
Your chains
And gave you the opportunity
Of return
For
You were
And you will always be
My only connection
:To
Seas, fields, and rain


2003





-3-
Be My Spring


,From now on
I donot want the poem
To dream of you
I want to dream of you
Because
Right now
I see nothing
Except you
And some of tomorrow's
Silk
*
,From now on
I donot want to gaze for long
In darkness
It's enough for me
To light one hope
So that I can see you
And see the outlets
On the cracked walls
Of wishes
*
:Oh grief
do leave my dreams
For
,From now on
You won't be
My only identity
All the autumn leaves
Have fallen from your bags
All have
Really fallen


2003







-4-
I Have The Right


I have the right
To light
The poem
By some love
And
A lot of dream
For my alphabet
Is always cabable of
glowing
*
I have the right
To borrow
From the small birds
Their dreams
In order to sing
Because
One thousand songs
Seduce me
On beds of papers
*
I have the right
To die
And get revived
From the ash of love
To sink and sink
And enjoy
The softness of
Sinking
*
I have the right
To live as an eagle
When the tribe
Denies me thrice
And turns me into a victim
Of
Restlessness and sleeplessness
*
I have the right
To be tempted by the twilight
So that I can see
Because my third eye
Is a quick-tempered pen
Which is fond of
Conquering the whitness
By ink
So that seas get overflown
By gulls
Which know how to
Praise God
*
I have the right
to get
all what the poets
have the right to get
Which Others
Are not allowed to get
Of
the glamor of prophecy
From the beginning of the poem
Till the last full stop


2003







-5-
In My Way To You


,In my way to you
...I cross the river
for you are
the rain which inspires
..small birds,lilies,and buds
,and you are the legend
(which has not yet been told)
of disobedient happiness
as it surrenders..
...You are the greeness of thought
~
,In my way to you
...I cross the river
for you are the blanket
,which protects from the cold
...whenever the heart is hurt
You are a journy
,towards the bank of hope
,whenever fate obeys
...and the news are brought
~
,In my way to you
...I cross the dawn
...bearing gypsy songs in the heart
for you are the cloud
which draws the most creative pictures
,in the minds of the poets
and you are the branch
which doves bring
...as the flood is sought
~
,In my way to you
...I cross grief
for you are the holiday
...as the moon is full
You are the (OHHhh)on the lips
,at sleepless nights
and the Spring of poems
as the fraught September is caught


2003





-6-
These Are My Wounds:




Liberty

I write:
I do touch the stars
In a moment of birth
Between one death
and another





(*)

Mirrors Of Illusion

Isn't it Time
To set my body free
From the bottle of perfume
To set my pain free
From the the coffins of the tribe
To set my neck free
From the scaffold of injustice
And my face
From the mirrors of illusion
To look for my voice
In the chat of seabirds
To the waves

To draw my identity card
In the whisper of the papers
To the waves of ink





(*)

A CRY OF SYNTAX

Till when
Will the honest human being
Be an absent pronoun
And the dwarfs
Who look like "verbs"
Put down
And put up
Whatever they want
Whenever they want





(*)

Robbery

Life is a lamp
But
Who stole its fuel...?!





(*)

Suffocation

I own a dream
But
I don't own a window
which can overlook it





(*)

Curfew

A passing-by soldier
Stopped me
At the gate of your thoughts
By shouting: " Identity Card !! "
When he discovered that I am an Arab
He confiscated my dreams





(*)

The Dialogue Of Reminiscences

What does an Olive Tree
Say to the pieces of stone
Which fall on it
After every:
On-purpose demolish !?





(*)

Conflict

Sadness besieges me
So I besiege it
Till the last drop!
.
.
Indeed,
Only the strongest survives!





(*)

Expressions Of Sadness

Sadness came to tap
On the shoulder
Of happiness
BUT:
Found it paralized





(*)

An Ant

This morning
I saw him
as an ant
dragging
the straw of circumstances
And yellig:
My way is hard
my
.
.
w
a
y
.
.
is
HARD





(*)

Depression

Hope passed by me
So I saw it:
.
.
as blind as my happiness





(*)

Humanity

Birds
Do sing
Do get excited
Do get angry,
Furious or even revolt
But they never:
.
.
HATE





(*)

A Fairy Tale

Many,
So many times
I've dreamt
That my shoe unconsciously
slips
from my foot
And a prince
Wanders
In a long long trip
Looking for me





(*)

Silence

Let's hush for a while
Let's listen for a while
.
.
Here they come:
what,
where,
when,
and
why
rushing to us
while we are both
lonely
l o n e l y





(*)

A Modest Hope

One candle
Could defeat
The ice of loneliness
So,
I saw you there
And,
I miseed you here





(*)

A Sandy Hope

Since our dream began to kindle
we have been
piling sacks of sand
on its doors and windows
.
.
How much sand
Is there left
In the deserts
Of the universe...!?





(*)

A Twin Of Dream

I wish
You stay a dream
So that I won't lose you
But I don't know why
whenever I see two in love
I do miss you





(*)

Love

I dreamt
That I am a rose
And when I woke up
You were near me
Inhaling my fragrance
Getting more and more
Agitated





(*)

Belonging

Your fate is to be " a subject "
My fate is to be " your predicate "
Our fate
Is never to be
In the same sentence





(*)

Black

The heart still deserves
Better than this colour
So:
Black must wash its clothes
By its own hands
And leave us
Weave our colours
By our own





(*)

The Legend Of Love

Once upon a time,
I wrote on the sun
To those who don't care of me:
" I do love him "
My pulse still seeks him
Despite those
Who care of
Executing the birds of
Beauty, love, and liberty





(*)

White

My thrill
Of being your love
Is a belt
Which is capable of
Exploding sadness





(*)

A Heavenly Butterfly

With a butterfly like me
You don't need a net
For you can be
A flower in which
I long to rest





(*)

I Release Your Wings

Don't enter
The cage of my heart
As a tame bird
Be free ..free..free
Fly high ..high ..high
Because
This is only how
I can
Adore you





(*)

Trapped In My Net



Like a baby lion
You come strutting
Into my net
Asking to be caught
While we are both already caught
In the cage of
Life





(*)

Belonging

Play as you wish
On my strings
Nobody owns
The keys of my violin
Except me





(*)

The Game Of Words

If you accept a woman
Born of nothing but words
And can give nothing but words
Then I"ll bless
Our birth
Inside the womb
Of language
And I'll bless
The expected mess
Of our dream's sparkles





(*)

Resurrection

How delicious death can be
When I live
The resurrection
Of my heart
On your palms





(*)

A Well Of Pain

I pour my pain
As a fall
Inside the well
Of your heart
And your lips
Sip it
Drop by drop





(*)

Weeping
Wets The Poem's Dress

Don't wash
In the rain of my pain
So that you won't catch
The virus of writing
From the deepest point
Of the heart





(*)

Confession

My buds have never blossomed
On any branch
At any time
Except
The moment your heart
Flirted
The strings
Of my affection





(*)

Moments Of Worship

As a migratory bird
Your wings landed
On the affection of my palm
I became your homeland
You became my birth
Then farewell blew
And tore the virginity of happiness
And distorted our moments of worship
It wringed, bewildered, wounded us
Then it threw us
Each in an
Exile





(*)

Disappointment

You draw to the other
expressions
which don't look like him
In order to love him
As you wish
And suddenly,
He may surprise you
Of what you don't wish





(*)

Torture

Oh
How big is your heart...!
.
.
It extends
To love
ALL women
On earth





(*)

Double Attitude

I sought refuge
In your hand
Chasing the wheat of affection
And I found out
That it can also:
.
.
BEAT





(*)

Adam And Eve

He promised her
Fields of wheat
He promised
Love and heat
She received
Waves of:
Hate





(*)

Childhood

I won't seize
Building houses from clay
On the shore of excitement.
Probably,
Days can go back
And once again
You become a child
Who longs to share me
A loaf of a small dream





(*)

Ink Lasts Longer

Stop weeping
Over a poured out
Dream
Dry your tears
And write me
Ink lasts longer
Than love


2001






-7-





A Word


,In the beginning
;there was: “A Word”
a hurricane
that conquered the windows
,of my existence
,unbuttoning my emotion
without asking for any
permission
waking up the seagulls of imagination
that went behind my physical walls
...chanting
:giving me a free ticket to
,the towns of wonder
,the secrets of thunder
washing me by the water of
,excitement
baptizing me by the scent of
..anticipation

On the tenth day
.the word went to rest


*(Mirrors Of Illusion, Rita Odeh, 1998, P.P. 46-47)



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