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| Elham Hamedi |
English Poetry
When a thousand stories of liberation from the transparent seams of the sky
It enters my mind
Peace can mend all broken hearts
Without a drop of blood to redden the sky
Peace can take the thousands of bird out of the cage of our bodies
In the pond, the moon and fish smell of peace
In the pond and the fish they send red kisses
“The taste of milk”
The green passage of a tree
in my dreams
causes a human being to be born in me.
A tree walks in me.
The glorious text walks in me
and every human being grafts a thousand sprouts n my heart. My eyes:
green almonds on the branches
and the wet pulse of the rain in my veins has something to say.
A volume of fresh air rinses my mouth
and the taste of milk is replaced
In my childhood imagination, still,
a balloon explosion didn’t happen
“Romantic Pause “
The sky turns into a mirror by a romantic pause of your gaze
Your pictures keep passing through the elegance of the doors
An eyelid that does not close when you come
And night comes from vain repetition to the new creations of the moon There is no gravity on earth
Except repeating our footsteps
which is parallel
which is the interference of two inverted pictures With reflecting the unity of two thoughts
That confirms the movement of the roots of life
“The third soul”
I melted in the world
And my voice is heard from the bottom of the throats of all human beings The sea no longer claims
The sea is our fragrant bodies
And the world is the creativity of an invisible thread
That the heart sews all phenomena together
Without a drop of blood reddening the sky
“traces of peace”
In your veins a nostalgia is constantly breathing
Inside you is a curved story
It has been thrown inside you from the end of a dream
To the garden that blossoms in the wound of your walls This is a war
with endless traces of peace!!
Italian 2 Poetry:
“Il sapore del latte”
Il passaggio verde di un albero
nei miei sogni
fa nascere in me un essere umano.
Un albero cammina dentro di me.
Il testo glorioso cammina in me
e ogni essere umano innesta mille germogli nel mio cuore.
I miei occhi:
mandorle verdi sui rami
e il pulsare umido della pioggia nelle mie vene ha qualcosa da dire. Un volume d'aria fresca mi sciacqua la bocca
e il sapore del latte viene sostituito
Nella mia immaginazione infantile, tuttavia,
l’esplosione di un palloncino non è avvenuta
“Il primo anima”
Quando ho bevuto il mare
Non ho nemmeno vagato in cielo sul primo gradino
Ero l'anima ferita di un bicchiere
E mille labbra screpolate
Assetato di tessere acqua con squame di pesce
L'ostrica era piena di occhi che parlavano di perle
L'ostrica era l'interpretazione di un cuore dal polso galattico
Ed ero una marea corta
si potrebbe spiegare
Solo per il collegamento con la rivolta umana
A number of Hamedi’ s Awards
and merits:
*Award:Winner of the 2022
International Literary Award entitled "Women for Culture and Peace"
(MESTRE/VENICE/Italy),
*Award:Winner of the prize” Parole di Libertà”, at the
2022 edition of the International Prize for Literary Art “Il Canto di
Dafne”2022 in Italy for her poem: CESSATE IL FUOCO).Italy
*Award:Winner of the International
award “Emozioni Poetiche 2023” (“Memorial Otmaro Maestrini”) in Milan
-Italy for her poetry “I MIEI CAPELLI MORTI”.
*Award: THE WORLD POETRY AND
NARRATIVE FESTIVAL COMPETITION" PRIZE ON PEACE” for Elham Hamedi’s
poem"Cessate il Fuoco"
