Poetry Break: Anwer Ghani: Empty Cups

By: Anwer Ghani



Kavir National Park (Dasht-e Kavir)


When you talk to me about the tall buildings in your distant cities and the wide smiles in your remote evenings and the bright suns in your far fields, I was filled with a strong desire to embrace a blooming flower, cross a bridge to another bank or hear a story that shook the depths, but as you see; I am from here; from this land where the souls are without shadows and the cups are empty. I wish I could learn from you how to stretch out my hand to shake hands with hope, revive a smile or draw a glass that is not empty, just one glass that is not empty in the midst of this broad drought. I wish I could see a sun like your sun full of smiles, and a night like your night full of whispers, and see in our garden a bird as your bird sings, but here the sun is crazy, the night is bleak, and the birds know nothing but wailing. How much I wished I would hang a picture of a man from my land who gave with love, or I would raise my voice in a name from my earth that was made a palm with tenderness. How I wished to be proud, but as you see; this black land gives birth only to dark tales, short hands and empty cups; I mean very empty cups. I was fed up with being an heir to great tales and a master of rivers of honey, while my hand is drowning in a bitter helplessness, my eye is wasted in the great blindness and my cup is empty as a dead land.



Bio: Anwer Ghani

Anwer Ghani is an Iraqi poet and writer. He was born in 1973 in Alhilla city. His name had appeared in Adelaide, Zarf, Peacock, Otoliths, Algebra of Owls, and others.

His poetry also had appeared in Inner Child Press anthology “The Year Of The Poet.”

Anwer Ghani is the chief editor of “Tajdeed” literary magazine. He had, in Arabic, forty books in literature and religious sciences.

Anwer Ghan is the chief representative of the World Nations Writers Union (WNWU) in Iraq, the member in international writers association (IWA), and the establisher of “Tajdeed Literary Institute (TLI)” and the annual “Tajdeed” Prize for expressive narrative.

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  1. Somehow no bitterness comes through this poem, Anwer; only longing. My guess is this reflects your heart condition.

  2. Anwer, This is another beautiful poem that brings pain to my heart for your land. You are so eloquent in your descriptions and they always make me feel something. Thank you for sharing.

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