Monologue Poems
Emotional Monologue
by Maxwell Bodenheim
A man is sitting within the enigmatic turmoil of a railroad station. His face is narrow and young, and his nose, lips, and eyes carved to a Semitic sharpness, have been sundered by a bloodless catastrophe. A traveling-bag stands at his feet. Around him people are clutching farewells and shouting greetings. Within him a monologue addresses an empty theatre.
I am strangling emotions
And casting them into the seats
Of an empty theatre.
When my lifeless audience is complete,
The ghosts of former emotions
Will entertain their dead masters.
After each short act
A humorous ghost will fly through the audience,
......
مناجاة - Poe
by خليل السكاكيني
وهـــــــــــــــــــبتُ فؤادي فلا أُرجعُ
وإنْ هـان عـنْدَكُمُ مــــــــــــــــــوضِعُه
ونُطْتُ بكـم حـبـلَ ودّي فـمهـمــــــــــــا
أسأتـم إلـــــــــــــــــــيّ فلا أقطعُه
عهدت ودادكـمُ لا يحـــــــــــــــــــولُ
فـمـا لــــــــــــــــي أراه عَفَتْ أربعُه
وكـنـت أقـدّرُ أن مـصـابــــــــــــــــي
يشقُّ عـلى قـلـبكـم مــــــــــــــــوقعُه
مـصـابٌ إذا حـلَّ بـالـحجـر الصَّلْــــــــــدِ
ذاب وسـالـت جـــــــــــــــوًى أدمعه
......
Once Again
by Bibhakar Dutta
Again, I am waiting for it,
The simplest thing that would
Help to make a simple tune
Leaving the black kingdom.
No, I have no choice to
Retaliate against them.
See! I own such an amazing chariot,
The Chariot of joy...,
......
Once Again
by Bibhakar Dutta
Again, I am waiting for it,
The simplest thing that would
Help to make a simple tune
Leaving the black kingdom.
No, I have no choice to
Retaliate against them.
See! I own such an amazing chariot,
The Chariot of joy...,
......
مناجاة - Poe
by خليل السكاكيني
وهـــــــــــــــــــبتُ فؤادي فلا أُرجعُ
وإنْ هـان عـنْدَكُمُ مــــــــــــــــــوضِعُه
ونُطْتُ بكـم حـبـلَ ودّي فـمهـمــــــــــــا
أسأتـم إلـــــــــــــــــــيّ فلا أقطعُه
عهدت ودادكـمُ لا يحـــــــــــــــــــولُ
فـمـا لــــــــــــــــي أراه عَفَتْ أربعُه
وكـنـت أقـدّرُ أن مـصـابــــــــــــــــي
يشقُّ عـلى قـلـبكـم مــــــــــــــــوقعُه
مـصـابٌ إذا حـلَّ بـالـحجـر الصَّلْــــــــــدِ
ذاب وسـالـت جـــــــــــــــوًى أدمعه
......
Emotional Monologue
by Maxwell Bodenheim
A man is sitting within the enigmatic turmoil of a railroad station. His face is narrow and young, and his nose, lips, and eyes carved to a Semitic sharpness, have been sundered by a bloodless catastrophe. A traveling-bag stands at his feet. Around him people are clutching farewells and shouting greetings. Within him a monologue addresses an empty theatre.
I am strangling emotions
And casting them into the seats
Of an empty theatre.
When my lifeless audience is complete,
The ghosts of former emotions
Will entertain their dead masters.
After each short act
A humorous ghost will fly through the audience,
......
