7-Novenber | Yazeed Maymuny

Is he a Syrian poet from Lebanon or a Lebanese poet from Syria? Every Arab reader may find himself in it. Nizar Qabbani's poetry goes beyond the limits of the place to become a human language. He carried the concern of poetry, even if it did not preach theories. His poem was his statement, and the people loved its top seal. And this hair paste was not washed away by the perfume industry. He stayed in touch with his spontaneity. He is a jeweler, not a maker, and a singer from the depths of the forest and from the silk of the bed, and his rhythm is like a gold scale. Just as Nizar dipped his pen into the heart of feeling, so it is necessary to dip our pens into Nizar's poetry. But no way! Who can match him in his spontaneous flow? The poet of burning longing and stinging anger, the poet of the hottest moments, our fire is short of you, your glow pierces the times. In you is the fever of refusing absence by the hand that God extended in the image of Michelangelo to man.