ﻣﺟﻠﺔ اﻟﺧﯾﺎط اﻟﻌدد ٢٢
ﻣﻧﺗدﻯ اﻟﻧﺳﯾﺞ اﻟﻛﻭﻧﻲ اﻻدﺑﻲ ﻣﻛﺗﺑﺔ اﻟﺧﯾﺎط اﻻﻟﻛﺗرﻭﻧﯾﺔ ﻟﻠطﺑﺎﻋﺔ ﻭ اﻟﻧﺷر
رﺋﯾس اﻟﺗﺣرﯾر اﯾﺎد اﻟﺧﯾﺎط
ﺗﺎرﯾﺦ اﻻﺻدار ٤ﻓﺑراﯾر ٢٠١٧
---------ﺑﺎ ِﺋﻳ ُﱠﺔ ﺍﻟ َﻌ َﺭﺏ --------
ِﻧﺎﺯﻟَ ٍﺔ ﻣﺎ ﻋﺎﺩَ ﻓﻲ َﻗ ْﻭﺳِ ُﻛ ْﻡ َﻣﺭْ ﻣﻰ ﻟ ِ
ﻟﻠﺷﺎﻋﺭ ﺍﻟﺩﻛﺗﻭﺭ ﺍﺑﺭﺍھﻳﻡ ﺍﻟﻔﺎﻳﺯ
َﻗ ْﺩ أَ ْﻋ َطﺑُﻭھﺎ َﻭأﻧﺗ ْﻡ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟ َﻬ َﻭﻯ َط َﺭﺏُ
ﺿ َﺭﺑُﻭﺍ ﻋٍﻘﺎﺑ ُﻛ ْﻡ َ إِﻥْ ﻟﻡ َﺗﻔﻳﻘﻭﺍ ﻋﻠﻰ أَ ِ ﻭﻗﺎ َﺗﻠﻭ ُﻛ ْﻡ ﻭﻻ ُﻳ ْﻧﺟﻳ ُﻛ ْﻡ ﺍﻟ َﻬ َﺭﺏُ
َ ﻣﺎ َﺗ ْ ْﺱ َﺗﺟْ َﻣ ُﻌ ُﻛ ْﻡ ﺕ ِﺑ ُﻛ ْﻡ َﻧ ْﺧ َﻭﺓٌ ﺑﺎﻷﻣ ِ َﻭأَﺻْ َﺑ َﺣ ْ ْﻥ َﺗﺿْ َط ِﺭﺏُ ﺕ ِﺭﻳ ُﺣ ُﻛ ْﻡ ﻛﺎ ْﻟ ِﻌﻬ ِ
ﻼص َﻏﻳ َْﺭ ﻭّ ﺣْ ﺩَ ﺗِ ُﻛ ْﻡ ﻭﻣﺎ ﻟَ ُﻛ ْﻡ ِﻣﻥْ َﺧ ٍ ﻣﺎ ﻋﺎ َﺩ َﻳ ْﻧ َﻔ َﻊ◌ُ ُﻛ ْﻡ ُﻧﺻْ ٌﺢ ﻭﻻ ُﺧ َ طﺏُ
َﺣﻭﺍﺿِ ﻥُ ﺍﻟ َﻐ ْﺩ ِﺭ أَ ْﺛ َﺭ ْﺗﻬﺎ ﻋِﻣﺎﻟَ ُﺗ ُﻛ ْﻡ َﺣ ﱠﺗﻰ َ ﺍﻟﺛﻣﺎﻟ َﺔ َﻓﺎ ْﺷﺗﺎ َﻗ ْﺗﻙُ◌ُ ُﻡ ﺍﻟ ُﺗ َﺭﺏُ
ﺍﻟﺣ ْﻣﺭﺍ َء َﻭﺍﺣْ َﺗ َﺑﺳُﻭﺍ ﺻ ْﻭﺍ َﻟﻳﺎﻟﻳ ُﻛ ْﻡ َ أَﺣْ َ
أَﻣْ ﻭﺍﻟُ ُﻛ ْﻡ ﻓﻲ َﻳ ِﺩ ﺍﻷَﻋْ ﺩﺍ ِء ﻣﻭ َﺩ َﻋ ٌﺔ
أَ ْﻧﻔﺎ َﺳ ُﻛ ْﻡ ﻭﺍﺳْ َﺗﺑﺎﺣُﻭﺍ ُﻛ ﱠﻝ ﻣﺎ َﻧ َﻬﺑُﻭﺍ
ﻳﺢ َﻳﺣْ َﺗطِ ﺏُ َﻭ َﺷﻌْ ُﺑ ُﻛ ْﻡ ﻓﻲ َﻣ َﻬﺏﱢ ِ ﺍﻟﺭ ِ
ﺻ َﻧ ٍﺔ ﻭﺍﺭ ﻣ َُﺣ ﱠ َﻭ َﺳ ﱠﻭﺭﻭ ُﻛ ْﻡ ِﺑﺄَﺳْ ٍ
ُﻛ ْﻧ ُﺗ ْﻡ ﻭﻛﺎ َﻧ ْ ﺍﻟﺟ ْﻭﺯﺍ ِء ﺭﺍ َﻳ ُﺗ ُﻛﻡ ﺕ ﻋﻠﻰ َ
َﻭ َﻗ ﱠﻳ ُﺩﻭ ُﻛ ْﻡ َﻭ َﻗ ْﺩ أَﻋْ ﻳﺎ ُﻛ ْﻡ ﺍﻟ َﻧ َﻘﺏُ
ﻭأﺻْ َﺑ َﺣ ْ ﺕ ِﺑ َﻳ ِﺩ ﺍﻷَ ْﻧﺫﺍ ِﻝ َﺗ ْﻧ َﺗﺻِ ﺏُ
َﻭ َﺷﻭﱠ ھُﻭﺍ َﻧﺳْ ﻠَ ُﻛ ْﻡ ِﻣﻥْ َﺑﻌْ ﺩِﻣﺎ َﻗ َطﻌُﻭﺍ َﻭأَﺟْ َﻬﺿﻭ ُﻛ ْﻡ ﻓﻼ َﻳﺄْﺗﻳ ُﻛ ُﻡ َﻋ َﻘﺏُ
ﺎﻥ َﺳﻌْ ٌﺩ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺍﻟ َﺑ ْﻠﻘﺎ ِء ﻗﺎﺋِ َﺩ ُﻛ ْﻡ َﻭ َﻛ َ ﻭأَ ْﻧ ُﺗ ُﻡ َﺳ ْﻳﻔُ ُﻪ ﺍﻟ َﺑ ّﺗﺎ ُﺭ ﻳﻠ َﺗ ِﻬﺏً
َﻓ ُﻛﻠﱡ ُﻛ ْﻡ طﺎﻟَ ْ ﺕ ﺍﻷَﻳّﺎ ُﻡ َﺳ ْط َﻭ َﺗ ُﻪ
ﻭأﺻْ َﺑ َﺢ ﺍﻟ َﻳ ْﻭ ُﻡ ﻻ َﺳﻌْ ٌﺩ َﻓ ُﻳ ْﻠ ِﻬ ُﺑ ُﻛ ْﻡ
ﺍﻟﺗﺎﺭﻳﺦ ﻳﺎ ِﻋﺭﺏُ َﻭ ُﻛﻠﱡ ُﻛ ْﻡ ُﺳ ﱠﺑ ُﺔ ِ
ﻭﻣﺎ ﻟَ ُﻛ ْﻡ َﻓ َﺭ ٌ ﺱ َﺗﻌْ ﺩﻭ إﺫﺍ َﺭﻛِﺑﻭﺍ
ﻭﻣﺎ ﻟَ ُﻛ ْﻡ َﻏﻳ َْﺭ أَﻥْ َﺗ ْﻧﺟُﻭﺍ ِﺑ َﻭﺣْ ﺩَ ﺗِ ُﻛ ْﻡ ﺍﻟﻌ َطﺏُ ﺟﻳﺑﻭﺍ َﻓﻼ ُﻳ ْﻔﻧِﻳ ُﻛ ْﻡ َ َﻭ َﺗﺳْ َﺗ ِ
ﺕ َﻗ ْﺩ ﻣﺎ َﺗ ْ ﺕ َﻋﺯﻳ َﻣ ُﺗ ُﻛ ْﻡ ﺑﻳﻥ ﺍﻟﺣُﺛﺎﻻ ِ َ
َﻭ َﻣﺎ ﻟَ ُﻛ ْﻡ َﻏﻳ َْﺭ ﺻِ ْﺩ ٍﻕ ﻓﻲ َﻋ ِﺯﻳ َﻣﺗِ ُﻛ ْﻡ إﻳﺛﺎﺭ ِﺑ ِﻪ َﺗﺛِﺑُﻭﺍ ْﺞ ﻋِ ْﻠ ٍﻡ َﻭ ٍ َﻭ َﻧﻬ ِ َﻭإِﻥْ َﺗ ُ ﺿ ُﺗ ُﻛ ْﻡ ﻗﺎﺏ ﺍﻟ َﻣ ْﻭ ِ ﺕ َﻗ ْﺑ َ ﺷ ﱠﺩ ِﺭ َ َﻭ َﺗ ْﻘ ِﺫﻓُﻭھﺎ إﺫﺍ أَﻋْ َﻳ ْﺗ ُﻛ ْﻡ ﺍﻟ ُﻧ َﻭﺏُ
ﻣﺎ ﻋﺎﺩَ ِﻣ ْﻧ ُﻛ ْﻡ ﻋﻠﻰ ھﺎﻣﺎﺗِﻬﺎ َﺷ َﻧﺏُ ﻭﻻ َﻣﻘﺎ ٌﻡ ﻟَ ُﻛ ْﻡ ﻓﻲ َﻣﺣْ َﻔ ٍﻝ ُﺟ ِﻣ َﻌ ْ ﺕ ﺍﻟﺭﺟﺎ ُﻝ ﻭﻻ ﺟﺎﻩٌ ﻭﻻ َﺣﺩَﺏُ ﻓِﻳ ِﻪ ِ ﻧﺎﺧ ْ إﺫﺍ َﺗ َ ﺍﻟﻭﻏﻰ أ ُ َﻣ ٌﻡ ُﻭح َ ﺕ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺳ ِ ﻓﻣﺎ ﻟَ ُﻛ ْﻡ َﺑ ْﻳ َﻧﻬﺎ ُﺭ ْﻣ ٌﺢ ﻭﻻ ُﻋﺳُﺏُ
َﻭﺇِﻥْ ﺃَ َﺗ ْﻭھﺎ َﻛﻣ ْ ﺍﻟﺭﻳﺢ ﻣُﺳْ ِﺭ َﻋ ًﺔ ﻝ ِﺛ ِ ِ َﻓﺈﻥﱠ َﻣ ْﺷ َﻳ َﺗ ُﻛ ْﻡ ﻓﻲ ﺳﻭﺣِﻬﺎ َﺧ َﺑﺏُ
ﻳﺭﺍﻭﺡ ﺍﻟﻔﺭﺱ ﺑﻳﻥ ﻳﺩﻳﻪ ﻭﺭﺟﻠﻳﻪ ﺍﻱ ﺍﻥ ﻳﻘﻭﻡ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺍﺣﺩھﻣﺎ ﻣﺭﺓ ﻭﻋﻠﻰ ﺍﻻﺧﺭﻯ ﻣﺭﺓ
ﻳﺭﺗِ ُﻛ ْﻡ ﻣﺎ ُﻛ ْﻧ ُﺗ ُﻡ َﻋ َﺭ َﺑﺎ ً ﻓﻲ ﻅِ ﱢﻝ ﺳِ َ َﻓ َﻘ ْﺩ َﺗﺑﺎ َﻛ ْ ﺕ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺃَﻳّﺎﻣِﻬﺎ ﺍﻟ َﻌ َﺭﺏُ
ﺃﻳﺎﻡ ﺍﻟﻌﺭﺏ /ھﻲ ﻭﻗﺎﺋﻊ ﺍﻟﻌﺭﺏ ﻗﺑﻝ ﺍﻻﺳﻼﻡ ﻭﺗﺷﻣﻝ ﻣﻛﺎﺭﻡ ﺍﻷﺧﻼﻕ ﻭﻣﻼﺣﻣﻬﻡ ﻭﺑﻁﻭﻻﺗﻬﻡ ﻭﻧﻭﺍﺣﻳﻬﻡ ﺍﻷﺩﺑﻳﺔ ﻣﻥ ﺷﻌﺭ ﻭﻧﺛﺭ
َﻗ ْﺩ َﺧﻠﱠﺩﻭھﺎ ﻭﻛﺎ َﻧ ْ ﺕ ِﻣﻥْ َﻣﻔﺎﺧ ِِﺭ ِھ ْﻡ ﺫﻳﻥ ﺃَﺭﺍ ُھ ْﻡ ﻣﺎ ﻟَ ُﻬ ْﻡ َﺣ َﺳﺏُ ﺃَﻣﱠﺎ ﺍﻟﱠ َ ُھ ْﻡ ُﻧ ْﺧ َﺑ ٌﺔ َﻳ ْﻬ َﺗﺩﻱ ﺍﻟﺳﺎﺭﻱ ِﺑ َﻔﺭْ َﻗ ِﺩ ِھ ْﻡ ﺍﻟﻭﺿﻳ ُﻊ ﻓﻼ َﻳﺭْ ﻗﻰ ِﺑ ِﻪ َﺣ َﺳﺏُ ﺃَﻣﱠﺎ َ -----------------------------
َﻣﻥْ ﻟﻠﺑﻼﺩ؟! ﻭﻗﺩ ﺗﺩﺍﻋﻰ ﺻﺭﺣُﻬﺎ ﺃَ ُﺗﺑﺎ ُﻉ ﻳﻭﻣًﺎ ﺑﺎﻟﻣﺯﺍﺩ ﺑﻼ ُﺩ؟! ﺑﻣﺩﺍﻣﻊ َﻣﻥْ ﻟﻠﻳﺗﻳﻡ؟! ﺇﺫﺍ ﺍﺷﺗﻛﻰ ٍ ﺣﺭّﻯ ﻟﻬﺎ ﺗﺗﻔ ﱠﺗﺕ ﺍﻷﻛﺑﺎ ُﺩ
ﻣﻌﺎﻧﻲ ﺍﻟﻛﻠﻣﺎﺕ
َﻣﻥْ ﻟﻸﺭﺍﻣﻝ؟! ﺇﻥْ ﺑﻛﻳﻥ ﺑﺣﺳﺭ ٍﺓ
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ْ ﻏﺎﺑﺕ ﺑﻬﺎ ﺍﻷﻋﻳﺎ ُﺩ ﺑﻣﻧﺎﺯﻝ
ﺏ /ﻧﻘﺏ ﺍﻟﺣﺎﺋ َﻁ /ﺛﻘﺑﻪ َﻧ َﻘ َ
َﻣﻥ ﻟﻠﺭﺟﺎﻝ؟! ﻭﻗﺩ ﻋﻠﺗﻬﻡ ﺫﻟ ّ ٌﺔ
ُﺳﺑ ٌﱠﺔ /ﺍﻟ ُﺳﺑّﺔ /ﺍﻟﻌﺎﺭ
ﻳﺭﻏﻭ ،ﻭﻳُﺯﺑ ُﺩ ﻓﻭﻗﻬﺎ ﺍﻟﺟﻼ ُﺩ
ﺍﻟ ُﻧ َﻭﺏ /ﺟﻣﻊ ﻧﻭ َﺑﺔ /ﻭھﻲ ﺍﻟﻧﺎﺯﻟﺔ ﻭﺍﻟﻣﺻﻳﺑﺔ
َﻣﻥْ ﻟﻠﺭﺳﻭﻝ؟! ﻭﻗﺩ ﺃﺳﺎء ﻟﺷﺧﺻ ِﻪ
ﺍﻟﻌِﻬﻥ /ﺍﻟﺻﻭﻑ ﺍﻟﺑﻠﻘﺎء /ﺍﺳﻡ ﻓﺭﺱ ﺳﻌﺩ ﺑﻥ ﺍﺑﻲ ﻭﻗّﺎﺹ ﺍﻟﺷﻧﺏ /ﺍﻟﺷﺎﺭﺏ
ﻟﻬﻭﺍﻧﻧﺎ ﺍﻷﻗﺯﺍ ُﻡ ،ﻭﺍﻷﻭﻏﺎ ُﺩ ﻓﺧﺭ ھﺫﺍ ﺍﻟﺟﻳ ِﻝ ،ﻳﺎ ﺃھ َﻝ ﺍﻟﻧﻬﻰ ﻳﺎ َ ﺍﻟﻣﺳﻠﻣﻳﻥ ﺿﻣﺎ ُﺩ ﺃﻧﺗﻡ ﻟﺟﺭﺡ َ
َﺣﺩَﺏُ /ﻣﺎ ﺍﺭﺗﻔﻊ ﻣﻥ ﺍﻻﺭﺽ ُﻋﺳُﺏ /ﺟﻣﻊ ﻋﺳﻳﺏ ﻭھﻭ ﺟﺭﻳﺩﺓ ﺍﻟﻧﺧﻝ ﺍﻟﻣﺳﺗﻘﻳﻣﺔ ﺑﻛﺷﻁ ﺧﻭﺻﻬﺎ َﺧ َﺑﺏُ /ﺿﺭﺏ ﻣﻥ ﻋﺩﻭ ﺍﻟﺧﻳﻝ ﻭھﻭ ﺍﻥ
ﻣﺣﻣﻭﺩ ﻓﺭﺣﺎﻥ ﺣﻣﺎﺩﻱ
)أﺳﻼﻙ ﺷﺎﺋﻛﺔ ( ﺳﺗﻐﻧﻲ ﻟﻙ )ﺍﻟﻧوﺍﻋﯾﺭ( وﯾﻘﺎﻡ ﻋﻠﯾﻙ )ﺍﻟﺣﺩ( ﺳﺗﺭﻗص ﺍﻟﺻﺣﺭﺍء ﻟﻙ ﻣﺭﺗﺩﯾﺔ ﺛوﺑﮭﺎ ﺍﻷﺣﻣﺭ وﺗﻐﺗﺎﻟﻙ ﺍﻟﻛﻠﻣﺎﺕ وﻻ ﺗﺗﺧﯾﻝ أﺑﺩﺍ ﻁﻌﻣﺎ ﻷﺳﻣﺎﻙ ﺍﻟﺯﯾﻧﺔ ﻓﻲ ﺳﺭﺍﺩﻕ ﺍﻟﻧﺳﺎء ﺍﻟﻧﺳﺎء وﺣﺩھﻥ ﯾﺑﯾﻌﻥ ﺍﻟﺧﺑﺯ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﻁﺭﻗﺎﺕ ﯾﺑﯾﻌﻥ ﺻﺩوﺭھﻥ ﻟﻠﺭﯾﺢ ﻟﻠﺭﻣﻝ ﺍﻟﺯﺍﺣﻑ ﻋﻠﻰ أﺛﺩﺍﺋﮭﻥ ﻋﻠﯾﻙ أﻥ ﺗﻛﻑ ﻋﻥ ﺍﻟﺭﺣﯾﻝ ﺍﺭھﻘﺗﻙ ﺍﻟﻣﺩﻥ ﺍﻟﺣﺯﯾﻧﺔ ﺍﺭھﻘﻙ أﻧﯾﻥ ﺍﻷﻁﻔﺎﻝ وھﻡ ﯾﻧﺗﻅﺭوﻥ ﻋﺷﺎء ﺍﻟﺑﺎﺭﺣﺔ ﻋﻠﯾﻙ أﻥ ﺗﺻﺎﻓﺢ ﺍﻟﻧﮭﺭ ﺑﯾﺩﻙ ﺍﻟﻣﻘﻁوﻋﺔ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﺣﺭﺏ ﺍﻷﺧﯾﺭﺓ ﻋﻠﯾﻙ أﻥ ﺗﺑﺟﻝ ﺍﻵﻟﮭﺔ ﺍﻟﻘﺩﯾﻣﺔ وﺗﺳﺟﺩ ﻟﻠﺷﻣﺱ ﺣﯾﻧﻣﺎ ﺗﻐﯾﺏ ھﻛﺫﺍ ﺗﺳﺗﻁﯾﻊ أﻥ ﺗﻣﺎﺭﺱ ﺣﯾﺎﺗﻙ )ﺑﺷﻔﺎﻓﯾﺔ(ﻋﻣﯾﻘﺔ وﺗﺗﺑﺭأ ﻣﻥ أوﻻﺩﻙ ﺍﻟﺣﻣﻘﻰ ﺍﻟﺫﯾﻥ وﺷﻣوﺍ ﺍﺻﺎﺑﻌﮭﻡ ﺑﻠوﻥ ﺍﻟﺑﺣﺭ ﺍﻷﺯﺭﻕ ﻋﻠﯾﻙ أﻥ ﺗﺗﻌﻠﻡ ﻛﯾﻑ ﺗﺭﺳﻡ ﺣﺩوﺩ ﺍﻟوﻁﻥ ﺑﺩوﻥ أﺳﻼﻙ ﺷﺎﺋﻛﺔ..... ﻣﻅﮭﺭ ﺣﺳﻥ ﺍﻟﻌﺭﺍﻕ.....
ﻣﺩﻧﻲ ﺻﺎﻟﺢ ﺫﻛﺭ ﺍﻻﺳﺗﺎﺫ ھﺎﺗﻑ ﺍﻟﺛﻠﺞ ﺑﻛﺗﺎﺑﺔ ﻭﺟﻭﻩ ﻭﺍﻻﺳﺗﺎﺫ ﺭﺑﺎﺡ ﺟﻌﻔﺭ ﺍﻥ ﻣﺩﻧﻲ ﺻﺎﻟﺢ ھﻭ ﻣﻔﻛﺭ ﻭﺍﺩﻳﺏ ﻛﺑﻳﺭ ﻭﺍﺳﺗﺎﺫ ﻓﻠﺳﻔﺔ ﻭﻟﺩ ﻓﻲ ﺍﺣﺩ ﺑﻳﻭﺗﺎﺕ ﻣﺣﻠﺔ ﺍﻟﻘﻠﻌﺔ ﻓﻲ ﻣﺩﻳﻧﺔ ھﻳﺕ ﺑﻣﺣﺎﻓﻅﺔ ﺍﻻﻧﺑﺎﺭ ﻋﺎﻡ ١٩٣٣ﻭﺍﺟﻣﻊ ﻛﻝ ﻣﻥ ﻋﺎﺻﺭﻩ ﻓﻲ ﻣﺭﺍﺣﻝ ﺩﺭﺍﺳﺗﺔ ﺍﻻﻭﻟﻰ ﺍﻟﺗﻲ ﻗﺿﺎھﺎ ﻓﻲ ھﻳﺕ ﺍﻥ ﻋﻼﻣﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﻧﺑﺎھﺔ ﻭﺍﻟﺗﻔﻭﻕ ﻛﺎﻧﺕ ﺑﺎﺩﻳﺔ ﻋﻠﻳﺔ ،ﻭﻛﺎﻥ ﺩﺍﺋﻡ ﺍﻟﺑﺣﺙ ﻭﺍﻻﺳﺗﻘﺻﺎء ﻭﺍﻻﺳﺗﻛﺎﻧﺔ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﻛﺗﺏ ﻭﺍﻟﺩﻭﺭﻳﺎﺕ . • ﺍﻧﺗﻘﻝ ﺇﻟﻰ ﺍﻟﺩﺭﺍﺳﺔ ﻓﻲ ﺛﺎﻧﻭﻳﺔ ﺍﻟﺭﻣﺎﺩﻱ ،ﻭﺳﻛﻥ ﻣﻊ ﻁﻼﺏ ﺟﺎءﻭﺍ ﻟﻠﺩﺭﺍﺳﺔ ﻣﻥ ﺷ ّﺗﻰ ﻗﺭﻯ ﻟﻭﺍء ﺍﻷﻧﺑﺎﺭ ﻭﺃﺭﻳﺎﻓﻬﺎ ،ﻭﺍﻟﺗﻘﻭﺍ ﻓﻲ " ﺧﺎﻥ ﺷﺎﺣﻭﺫ " ﺍﻟﺫﻱ ﻛﺗﺏ ﻋﻧﻪ ﺭﻭﺍﻳﺔ ﻟﻡ ﻳﻧﺷﺭ ﻣﻧﻬﺎ، ﺳﻭﻯ ﻧﺛﺎﺭﺍﺕ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﺻﺣﻑ ﺍﻟﺑﻐﺩﺍﺩﻳﺔ ،ﻭﻛﺎﻥ ﻣﻣﻥ ﺩﺭّﺳﻭﻩ ﻓﻲ ﺛﺎﻧﻭﻳﺔ ﺍﻟﺭﻣﺎﺩﻱ ﺷﺎﻋﺭﺍﻥ ﻛﺑﻳﺭﺍﻥ ) ﻋﺑﺩ ﺍﻟﻭھﺎﺏ ﺍﻟﺑﻳﺎﺗﻲ ،ﻭﺑﺩﺭ ﺷﺎﻛﺭ ﺍﻟﺳﻳﺎﺏ ( ﺍﻟﺫﻱ ﻛﺗﺏ ﻗﺻﻳﺩﺗﻪ ﺍﻟﺷﻬﻳﺭﺓ ﻓﻲ ﺳﻭﻕ ﺍﻟﺭﻣﺎﺩﻱ ،ﺳﻣّﺎھﺎ "ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﺳﻭﻕ ﺍﻟﻘﺩﻳﻡ" . • ﺑﺩﺃ ﺩﺭﺍﺳﺔ ﺍﻟﻔﻠﺳﻔﺔ ﻓﻲ ﻛﻠﻳﺔ ﺍﻵﺩﺍﺏ ﺑﺟﺎﻣﻌﺔ ﺑﻐﺩﺍﺩ ﺳﻧﺔ ،١٩٤٩ﻭھﻭ ﻣﻥ ﺍﻟﺩﻓﻌﺔ ﺍﻷﻭﻟﻰ ﺍﻟﺗﻲ ﺍﺷﺗﻐﻠﺕ ﻓﻲ ﺃﻛﺎﺩﻳﻣﻳﺔ ﺍﻟﻔﻠﺳﻔﺔ ،ﻭﺣﺎﺯ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺷﻬﺎﺩﺗﻬﺎ ﺍﻷﻭﻟﻳﺔ "ﺍﻟﺑﻛﺎﻟﻭﺭﻳﻭﺱ" ﺑﺎﻣﺗﻳﺎﺯ، ﻭﻳﺫﻛﺭ ﺃﻥ ﻋﺎﻟﻡ ﺍﻻﺟﺗﻣﺎﻉ ﺍﻷﺳﺗﺎﺫ ﺍﻟﺩﻛﺗﻭﺭ ﻋﻠﻲ ﺍﻟﻭﺭﺩﻱ ﻗﺎﻝ : ﺃﻧﻪ ﺍﺳﺗﻔﺎﺩ ﻛﺛﻳﺭﺍً ﻣﻥ ﺑﺣﺙ ﻗ ّﺩﻣﻪ ﺗﻠﻣﻳﺫﻩ ﻣﺩﻧﻲ ﺻﺎﻟﺢ ﻳﺗﺣﺩﺙ ﻋﻥ )ﺍﻟﺣﺟﺎﺏ ﻓﻲ ھﻳﺕ(
• ﻋﻧﺩﻣﺎ ﺗﺧﺭّﺝ ﺳﻧﺔ ١٩٥٣ﻋﺎﺩ ﺇﻟﻰ ﺑﻠﺩﺗﻪ ھﻳﺕ ﻳﻌﻣﻝ ﻣﺩﺭّﺳﺎ ً ﻓﻲ ﻣﺩﺍﺭﺳﻬﺎ ﺃﺭﺑﻊ ﺳﻧﻭﺍﺕ ﻣﺗﺗﺎﻟﻳﺔ .ﺛ ّﻡ ﺍﻟﺗﺣﻕ ﺑﻌﺩھﺎ ﺑﺑﻌﺛﺔ ﺩﺭﺍﺳﻳﺔ ،ﻭﺳﺎﻓﺭ ﺇﻟﻰ ﺑﺭﻳﻁﺎﻧﻳﺎ ﺗﻠﻣﻳﺫﺍً ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﺩﺭﺍﺳﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﻌﻠﻳﺎ ﻓﻲ ﺟﺎﻣﻌﺗﻲ ﻛﺎﻣﺑﺭﻳﺩﺝ ﻭﺃﻛﺳﻔﻭﺭﺩ ،ﻭﺣﺎﺯ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺷﻬﺎﺩﺓ ﺍﻟﻣﺎﺟﺳﺗﻳﺭ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﻔﻠﺳﻔﺔ ،ﻭﺃﻛﻣﻝ ﺃﻁﺭﻭﺣﺗﻪ ﻟﻠﺩﻛﺗﻭﺭﺍﻩ ﻋﻥ ﻓﻳﻠﺳﻭﻑ ﺍﻟﺷﺭﻕ ﺍﺑﻥ ﻁﻔﻳﻝ ،ﻭﻟﻡ ﻳﻧﺎﻗﺷﻬﺎ ﻣﻊ ﺃﺳﺗﺎﺫﻳﻪ ﺍﻻﻧﻛﻠﻳﺯﻳﻳﻥ ) ﺩﻧﻠﻭﺏ ﻭﻓﺎﻛﻠﺭ ( ﺍﻟﻠﺫﻳﻥ ﺭﻓﺿﺎ ﺑﻌﻧﺕ ﻭﻋﻧﺎﺩ ،ﺭﺃﻱ ﻣﺩﻧﻲ ﺍﻟﻘﺎﺋﻝ ) ﺇﻥ ﻗﺻﺹ ﺍﻟﻔﻠﺳﻔﺔ ﺍﻟﻐﺭﺑﻳﺔ ،ﻭﻣﻧﻬﺎ ﻗﺻﺔ ﺭﻭﺑﻧﺳﻥ ﻛﺭﻭﺯﻭ، ﻣﻧﺗﺣﻠﺔ ﻋﻥ ﻗﺻﺔ "ﺣﻲ ﺑﻥ ﻳﻘﻅﺎﻥ" ﻻﺑﻥ ﻁﻔﻳﻝ .ﺃﻋﻣﻳﺎﻥ ﻻ ﻳﻔﻘﻬﺎﻥ ﻣﻥ ﺍﻻﻧﻛﻠﻳﺯﻳﺔ ﺷﻳﺋﺎ ً ( • ﻭﻋﺎﺩ ﺇﻟﻰ ﺑﻐﺩﺍﺩ ﺳﻧﺔ ١٩٦٤ﺃﺳﺗﺎﺫﺍً ﻓﻲ ﺟﺎﻣﻌﺗﻬﺎ • ﻣﺩﻧﻲ ﺻﺎﻟﺢ ھﻭ ﺍﻻﻭﻝ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺍﻭﻝ ﺩﻭﺭﺓ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﻔﻠﺳﻔﺔ ﻓﻲ ﺟﺎﻣﻌﺔ ﺑﻐﺩﺍﺩ ھﻭ ﻣﺅﻟﻑ ﺍﻭﻝ ﻛﺗﺎﺏ ﻓﻠﺳﻔﻲ ﺍﻛﺎﺩﻳﻣﻲ ﺑﺎﻟﻌﺭﺍﻕ ھﻭ ﻛﺗﺎﺏﺍﻟﻭﺟﻭﺩ ﻋﺎﻡ ١٩٥٥ ﺍﻧﺯﻝ ﺍﻟﻔﻠﺳﻔﺔ ﻣﻥ ﺑﺭﺟﻬﺎ ﺍﻟﻌﺎﺟﻲ ﻭﺟﻌﻠﻬﺎ ﻣﺗﺎﺣﺔ ﻟﻠﻘﺎﺭﺉﺍﻟﻌﺎﺩﻱ ﻭﺑﺳﻁﻬﺎ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺻﻔﺣﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﺟﺭﺍﺋﺩ ﻭﺍﻟﻣﺟﻼﺕ ﻗﺎﻡ ﺑﺎﻟﺗﺎﻟﻳﻑ ﺍﻟﻔﻠﺳﻔﻲ ﻟﻼﻁﻔﺎﻝ ﺣﻳﺙ ﺍﻟﻑ ) ﺍﻟﻔﻳﻠﺳﻭﻓﺔ ﺭﺑﺎﺏ /ﺑﻼﻝ ﻭﺍﻟﺟﻣﻳﻠﺔ ﺭﺑﺎﺏ /ﺍﻟﻔﺎﺭﺍﺑﻲ ﻓﻲ ﺑﻐﺩﺍﺩ ( ﺣﻳﺙ ﺟﻌﻝ ﺍﻟﻔﻠﺳﻔﺔ ﻣﻳﺳﺭﺓ ﺗﻧﺎﺳﺏ ﻣﺩﺍﺭﻙ ﺍﻻﻁﻔﺎﻝ
ﺍﺑﺗﻛﺎﺭﺓ ﺍﻟﺣﺳﺎﺏ ﺍﻻﺩﺑﻲ ﻭﺗﻁﺑﻳﻘﺔ ﻋﻣﻠﻳﺎ ً ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﻧﻘﺩ ﻧﺎﻗﻼً ﺍﻳﺎﻩ ﻣﻥﺍﻟﺣﺳﺎﺏ ﺍﻟﻣﻧﻁﻘﻲ ﺍﻟﻰ ﺍﻟﻔﻠﺳﻔﺔ ﺩﻋﻰ ﺍﻟﻰ ﺍﻻﻗﺗﺻﺎﺩ ﺍﻻﻛﺎﺩﻳﻣﻲ ﻭﺍﻻﻗﺗﺻﺎﺩ ﺍﻟﺛﻘﺎﻓﻲ ﻭﺍﻟﺗﺭﺑﻭﻱﻭﺗﺗﺟﻠﻰ ﺩﻋﻭﺗﺔ ﺑﺎﻻﺳﺗﻐﻧﺎء ﻋﻥ ﺍﻟﻣﻛﺭﺭ ﻭﺍﻟﻣﻌﺎﺩ ﻭﻋﻥ ﺍﻟﺳﺎﻗﻁ ﻋﺿﻭﻳﺎ ً ﻭﺗﺎﺭﻳﺧﻳﺎ ً ﻭﺗﻁﻭﻳﺭﻳﺎ ً ﻭﺍﺳﻘﺎﻁ ﻣﺎ ﻻ ﻭﻅﻳﻔﺔ ﻟﻪ ﻓﻲ ﺟﻣﻳﻊ ﻓﺭﻭﻉ ﺍﻟﻣﻌﺎﺭﻑ ﻭﺍﺑﻭﺍﺏ ﺍﻟﺛﻘﺎﻓﺎﺕ ﺩﻋﻰ ﺍﻟﻰ ﺗﺄﺩﻳﺏ ﺍﻟﻔﻠﺳﻔﺔ ﻭﻓﻠﺳﻔﺔ ﺍﻻﺩﺏ ﻭﺍﻟﺟﻣﻊ ﺑﻳﻥ ﺍﻻﺩﺍﺏﻭﺍﻟﻔﻧﻭﻥ ﻓﻲ ﺩﺍﺋﺭﺓﺍﻛﺎﺩﻳﻣﻳﺔ ﺛﻘﺎﻓﻳﺔ ﻭﺍﺣﺩﺓ ﺿﻣﻥ ﺍﻁﺎﺭ ﺗﺭﺑﻭﻱ ﺟﺎﻣﻌﻲ ﻛﺗﺏ ﺍﻟﻣﻘﺎﻣﺔ ﺍﻟﻣﻘﺎﻟﻪ ﻭﺍﻟﻣﻘﺎﻟﺔ ﺍﻟﻣﻘﺎﻣﺔ ﻣﺎﺯﺟﺎ ً ﺍﻟﺗﺭﺍﺙﺑﺎﻟﻣﻌﺎﺻﺭﺓ ﻭﺑﻬﺫﺍ ﺍﻻﺗﺟﺎﺓ ﺻﺩﺭﺕ ﻟﻪ ﺛﻼﺗﺔ ﻛﺗﺏ ) ﻣﻘﺎﻣﺎﺕ ﻣﺩﻧﻲ ﺻﺎﻟﺢ ﺍﻻﻭﻟﻰ ﻭﺍﻟﺛﺎﻧﻳﺔ ﻭﺍﻟﺛﺎﻟﺛﺔ ( • ﻟﻪ ﺟﻧﺎﺣﺎﻥ ﻓﻠﺳﻔﻲ ﻧﺑﺕ ﺑﻌﺩ ﻧﺷﺭ ﻛﺗﺎﺑﻪ ) ﺍﻟﻭﺟﻭﺩ ﻟﺩﻯ ﺍﻟﻔﻼﺳﻔﺔ ﺍﻟﻣﺳﻠﻣﻳﻥ ( ﻭﺃﺩﺑﻲ ﻧﻣﺎ ﻓﻲ ﻛﺗﺎﺑﻪ ) ﺃﺷﻛﺎﻝ ﻭﺃﻟﻭﺍﻥ ( ﺍﻟﺫﻱ ﺻﺩﺭ ﻋﺎﻡ ١٩٥٦ﻭﻗﺩ ﺿﻡ ﻣﻘﺎﻻﺕ ﻭﺧﻭﺍﻁﺭ ﺍﺩﺑﻳﺔ ﻋﺎﺑﺭﺓ ﺍﺳﺗﻭﺣﺎھﺎ ﻣﻥ ﺑﻳﺋﺔ ﻣﺩﻳﻧﺗﻪ ھﻳﺕ • ﺍﻋﺟﺏ ﺑﺎﻟﺷﻌﺭﺍء ) ﻧﺯﺍﺭ ﺍﻟﻘﺑﺎﻧﻲ ،ﻋﺑﺩ ﺍﻟﻭھﺎﺏ ﺍﻟﺑﻳﺎﺗﻲ ،ﺑﺩﺭ ﺷﺎﻛﺭ ﺍﻟﺳﻳﺎﺏ ( ﺗﻭﻓﻰ ﺭﺣﻣﺔ ﷲ ﻋﺎﻡ ٢٠٠٧
ﺍھﻧﺄﻱ ﺑﺎﻟﺩﻗﯾﻘﺔ ﺍﻟﺑﺎﻗﯾﺔ ...ﺟﻠﯾﻝ ﺍﻟﺷﻣﺭﻱ
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ﺃُﺩﺍﺭﻱ ﺍﻟ َﻬ ﱠﻡ ﻓﻲ َﻛ ِﺑﺩﻱ
ُ ﺗﺭﺗﯾﻠﺔ َﻋ ٌ ﺷﻕ َﻋﻠَﺕ ﺍﻟﻘِﺑﺎﺏ
ﺛﻼﺙ ﻭﻋﺷﺭﻭﻥ ﺳﺎﻋﺔ ﻟﻙ...
ﺩَﺭ ﯾﻑ ﱠ َﻓ َﻛ َ ﺍﻟﺳ ْﻠ ُﻭ ﻣِﻥْ َﻗ ٍ
ُ ﺃﺣﺩﺍﻕ ﺗﻧﻬﻣ ُﺭ ﻟِﺭﺅﯾﺎﻙِ َﻋﯾﻭﻧﻲ
ﻭﺗﺳﻊ ﻭﺧﻣﺳﻭﻥ ﺩﻗﯾﻘﺔ...
ﺩﺭ ِﻩ َﻗﺩ ُﺭ َﻭﻻ ﻓﻲ َﻗ ِ
ﻭﻟﻙ ﺍﯾﺿﺎ ﺍﻟﺩﻗﯾﻘﺔ ﺍﻟﺑﺎﻗﯾﺔ
ﺟﻬﻭﻝ ﻻ ﺃﺩﺭﻱ ﺇِﻟﻰ ﺍﻟ َﻣ ِ
ﺻﺭﺕ...ﻛﻝ ﯾﻭﻣﻲ... ﺑﻝ ﻛﻝ ﻋﻣﺭﻱ...
ﺍﻣﺎ ﻋﻣﺭﻱ... ﻓﺎﺗﻧﺎﺯﻝ ﻋﻧﻪ ﺍﻟﯾﻙ....
ﻧﺎﺭھﺎ ﺫ ِْﻛ ُﺭ َﻓﺄ َ ﱠﺟ َﺞ َ
ﺿِ ﯾﺎ ٌﻉ ﻛﺎﻥَ ﺃَ ْﻡ َﻁ ْﻣ ُﺭ ﺃَﺳﯾ ُﺭ ﺍﻟ ﱠﻠﯾﻝَ ﻣِﺭﺗﺎﺑﺎ ً َﻭﻻ ﺃَﺩﺭﻱ َﻣﺗﻰ ﺍﻟ َﻔﺟ ُﺭ
ﺿﯾﺎء ﻣﺎ َﺗﺑ ﱠﺩ َﺩ ِﺑﻅﻠﱠﻙِ ﺍﻟ ﱢ ﺕ ﻧﺑﻭءﺓٌ ﻏﺭﺯﺕ َﻁﻼﺳ َﻣﻬﺎ ﺃﻧ ِ ﺑﻛﻑ َﻗﺩﺭﻱ ﱢ ﻁﻠﻌ ُﺗﻙِ ﻧﻭ ٌﺭ ﺑﺫﺭ ِﺓ ﻧﻘﺎء
ﺑﺎﻗﺎﺕ ﻭﺭﺩ....
ﻋﺳﻰ ﺍﻷَ ﱠﯾﺎﻡُ ﻓﻲ ُ ﺷﻐ ٍِﻝ َﻭ َﺗﻧﺳﻰ ﻣﺎ َﺗﻼ ﺍﻟﺩﱠ ھْ ُﺭ
ﺎﻓﻕ ِﺑﺛﺭﺛﺭ ِﺓ ﺍﺧﺗﺭﻗ ِ ﺕ َﺧ ِ ﺍﻟﯾﺎﺳﻣﯾﻥ
ﻭﻗﺻﺎﺋﺩ ﻋﺷﻕ......
َﻣﺗﻰ ﺍﻷَ ﱠﯾﺎ ُﻡ َﺗﺟ َﻣ ُﻌﻧﺎ
ﻟﻡ َ ﺻﺻ ُﻪ ﺳﺭ ﺗﺗﻠ ﱠ ﯾﺑﻕ ﱞ ﺍﻟﻧﺳﺎﺋِﻡ
ﻭﻗﻣﺭ....
ﺏ َﻭﺍﻟ ﱢ ﺷﻌ ُﺭ ﻧﻭﺏ ﺍﻟ ُﺣ ﱡ َﯾ ُ
ﻭﻏﺯﻝ...
ﺭﻓﯾﻕ:
ُ ُﺫ ُ ﻭﻏﺯﻟﺕ ﺍﻟﻣﺩﻯ ﺑﺕ ِﺑﻬﻭﺍﻙِ ِﻭﺷﺎﺣﺎ
َﻋﺳﻰ ﷲ ُ ﺍﻟﱠﺫﻱ َﯾﻬﺩﻱ
ﺕ ﺍﻟ ﱡﺭﻭح ﻓﻲ ﻣﺳﺎﻣﺎ ِ
ﻭﻣﻊ ﺍﻟﻌﻣﺭ....
ﺍﺗﺣﺗﺎﺟﯾﻥ....
َﻋﺳﻰ ﻓﻲ ﺃَ ْﻣ ِﺭ َﻙ ﺍﻷَ ْﻣ ُﺭ َﻭ ُﯾ ْﺅﺗﻲ ْ ﺳﺅﻟَ َﻙ ﺍﻟ َﻣﺧﻔﻲ
ﺷﻔﯾﺭ ﺃﻧﻔﺎﺳﻲ ﱠ ﺗﺗﻠﻭﻯ ِﺑ ِ ﺃﻧﻔﺎﺳِ ﻙ
ﺍﻋﺗﻘﺩ...ﺍﻧﻧﻲ...
ﺍﻟﺳﺗ ُﺭ ھَﻧﺎءﺍً ﻣﺎ َﻁﻼ ﱢ
ﺷﺟﻭﻥٌ ھﻣﺳﺕ ﺗﻐﺭﻱ ﺍﻟﻐﯾﻭﻡ
ﻣﻘﺻﺭ ﻣﻌﻙ....
ﺳﻌ ٍﺩ ﺃَ َﺗﺕ ُﺑﺷﺭﺍ َﻙ ﻣِﻥْ َ
ﻓﺎﻧﺕ...
ﺻﺑ ُﺢ َﻭﺍﻟ َﻔﺟ ُﺭ ﻧﺎﺏ ﺍﻟ ﱡ َﻭ َ
ﻛﺄﻟﻭﺍﻥ ﱠ ﺍﻟﺯھﺭ ﺗﺳﺗﻌﯾﺭﻧﻲ ُ ِ
ﺑﻌﺩ ﺍﻱ ﺷﻲء...
ﺣﯾﺎﺓ.... ﻭﺍﻣﻝ.... ﻭﺍﻧﺕ....ﻧﻌﯾﻡ... ﻭﻣﻘﻝ....
ﺃَﺭﺍھﺎ ﻣِﻥْ ﺃَﻣﺎﻣﻲ َﻭﻻ َﺗﺭﺍھﺎ ُﯾﺑﺻِ ُﺭ ﺍﻟ ﱠ ﺷﻁ ُﺭ ﻙ َﻭﺻﻼً ﺗﺎﺭ ٌ َﻭﺇِ ﱢﻧﻲ ِ ِﻷَﺟﻠِ َﻙ ﯾُﻘ َﺑﻝ ُ ﺍﻟ ُﻌ ْﺫ ُﺭ ) ﺣﺳﻥ ﻋﯾﺳﻰ (
ﺣﻠﻡ َﻧ َﺯﻑ ِﺑ َﺛ ِ ﻐﺭ ٍ ﻁﻭﯾﻝ ﻷﻋﻠِﻥَ ﺍﻟﻭﻻء ﺯﻣﻥ ﻣﻥ ٍ ٍ ﺁ ٍﻩ ﻛﻡ ﺃ ُ ِﺣ ﱡﺑﻙِ ﻭﻛﻡ ﺃُﺭ ﱢﺩ ُﺩ ﺻﻼ َﺓ ﺍﻟﻔﺟﺭ ِﺩﺧﻭﻝ ﺟ ﱠﻧﺗِﻙِ ﻧﺳﯾﺟﺎ ً ﻟ ِ
-١ﻋﻠﻰ ﻣﺷﺎﺭﻑ ﺍﻷﻓﻭﻝ ﻗﺻﻳﺩﺓ ﻧﺛﺭ ﻟﻠﺷﺎﻋﺭ ﺍﻟﻌﺭﺍﻗﻲ ﻗﺎﺳﻡ ﺳﻬﻡ ﺳﻬﻡ ﺍﻟﺭﺑﻳﻌﻲ ھﺫﻩ ﺍﻟﺗﺟﺭﺑﺔ ﺍﻟﺷﻌﺭﻳﺔ ﺍﻟﻧﺎﺿﺟﺔ ﺗﺛﺑﺕ ﺑﻣﺎ ﻻ ﻣﺟﺎﻝ ﻓﻳﻪ ﻟﻠﺷﻙ ﺃﻥ ﺍﻟﻔﻥ ﻓﻥ ﺑﺎﻹﺑﺩﺍﻉ ﺍﻟﺟﺫﺍﺏ ﻻ ﺑﺎﻟﻣﻘﺎﻳﻳﺱ ﺍﻟﻣﺳﺑﻘﺔ .ﻓﻘﺎﺳﻡ ﺍﻟﺭﺑﻳﻌﻲ ﻳﻘﻑ ﺑﻬﺫﺍ ﺍﻟﻧﺹ ﺍﻟﻣﻛﺛﻑ ﺑﺈﻳﺣﺎﺀﺍﺗﻪ ﺍﻟﻌﻣﻳﻘﺔ ﻭ ﺍﺳﺗﻌﺎﺭﺍﺗﻪ ﺍﻟﻁﺎﺯﺟﺔ ﺟﻧﺑﺎ ﺇﻟﻰ ﺟﻧﺏ ﻣﻥ ﺳﺑﻘﻭﻩ ﻣﻥ ﻓﺣﻭﻝ ﺍﻟﺷﻌﺭ ﺍﻟﻌﺭﺑﻲ ﺍﻟﺫﻳﻥ ﺭﺛﻭﺍ ﺃﻧﻔﺳﻬﻡ .ﻛﻌﺑﺩ ﻳﻐﻭﺙ ﺍﻟﺣﺎﺭﺛﻲ ﻭ ﺍﻣﺭﺉ ﺍﻟﻘﻳﺱ ﻭ ﻣﺎﻟﻙ ﺑﻥ ﺍﻟﺭﻳﺏ ﻭ ﺣﺎﻓﻅ ﺇﺑﺭﺍھﻳﻡ. ﻳﺑﺩﺃ ﺍﻟﻧﺹ ﺑﺎﻻﺳﺗﻌﺎﺭﺓ ﺍﻟﺿﺩﻳﺔ : ﺃﺟﺩﺏ ﺍﻟﺭﺑﻳﻊ ﺃﻳﻧﻊ ﺍﻟﺧﺭﻳﻑ ﻓﺎﻟﺷﺑﺎﺏ)ﺍﻟﺭﺑﻳﻊ( ﻭﻟﻰ ﻭ ﺻﺎﺭ ﻳﺑﺎﺑﺎ ..ﻭ َﻧ ُ ﺿ َﺞ ﺧﺭﻳﻑ ﺍﻟﻌﻣﺭ ﻭ ﻟﻡ ﻳﺑﻕ ﺇﻻ ﻣﻭﺍﺕ ﺍﻟﺷﺗﺎﺀ..ﺇﺫ ﻳﻌﻭﺩ ﺍﻟﻣﺭﺀ ﺇﻟﻰ ﺃﻣﻪ ﺍﻷﺭﺽ ﺑﻌﺩ ﺭﺣﻠﺔ ﺍﻟﻌﻣﺭ ﻛﻣﺎ ﺗﻌﻭﺩ ﺍﻟﻧﻭﺍﺭﺱ : ﻋﺎﺩﺕ ﺍﻟﻧﻭﺍﺭﺱ ﻣﺛﻘﻠﺔ ﺑﺷﻭﺍﻅ ﺍﻟﺳﻧﻳﻥ ﺃﻧﻛﺭﺗﻬﺎ ﺍﻟﺷﻁﺂﻥ ﻭ ﺫﻟﻙ ﻷﻥ ﻣﺭﻭﺭ ﺍﻟﺯﻣﻥ ﻟﻡ ﻳﺗﺭﻙ ﺍﻟﺻﻭﺭﺓ ﺍﻷﻭﻟﻰ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺑﻬﺎﺋﻬﺎ .ﻓﻳ ُﺩ ﺍﻟﺯﻣﻥ ﻟﻡ ﺗﺗﺭﻙ ﺷﻳﺋﺎ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻣﺎﻛﺎﻥ ﻋﻠﻳﻪ : ﺃﺷﺭﻋﺔ ﻣﻣﺯﻗﺔ ﻣﺭﺳﺎﺓ ﺿﺎﺋﻌﺔ
ﻭ ﺃﻛﺛﺭ ﻣﻥ ﺫﻟﻙ ﺍﻟﺗﺟﺎﻋﻳﺩ ﻭ ﺃﺧﺎﺩﻳﺩ ﺍﻟﺯﻣﻥ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺍﻟﻭﺟﻪ : ﺃﺭﺽ ﺧﺭﺍﺋﻁ ﺷﻘﻭﻕ ٍ ﺃﺿﻧﺎھﺎ ﺍﻟﻅﻣﺄ ُﺭﺳِ َﻣ ْ ﺕ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻣﻼﻣﺣﻲ ﻣﺷﻭﺑﺔ ﺑﺑﺅﺱ ﺍﻟﻘﺣﻁ ﻭ ﻓﻲ ھﺫﻩ ﺍﻟﻠﻭﺣﺔ ﺍﻟﺭﺛﺎﺋﻳﺔ ﻳﻣﺎﺛﻝ ﺍﻟﺷﺎﻋﺭ ﺑﻳﻥ ﺍﻟﺫﺍﺕ ﻭ ﺍﻟﻁﺑﻳﻌﺔ ﻷﻧﻪ ﻳﺭﻯ ﺍﻟﻌﺎﻟﻡ -ﻋﻠﻰ ﻁﺭﻳﻘﺔ ﺍﻟﺭﻭﻣﻧﺗﻳﻛﻳﻳﻥ -ﻣﻥ ﻣﻧﻅﺎﺭ ﺍﻟﺫﺍﺕ. ﻓﺷﻘﻭﻕ ﺍﻷﺭﺽ ﻭ ﺟﻔﺎﻓﻬﺎ ﻭ ﻗﺣﻁﻬﺎ ھﻲ ﺗﺟﺎﻋﻳﺩ ﻭﺟﻪ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻣﺷﺎﺭﻑ ﺍﻷﻓﻭﻝ. ﻭ ﺍﻻﺣﺗﻔﺎﻝ ﺑﺎﻟﻁﺑﻳﻌﺔ ﺑﺣﺭﺍ ﻭ ﺑﺭﺍ ﻣﺎ ھﻭ ﺇﻻ ﺻﺩﻯ ﺍﻟﻌﺎﻟﻡ ﺍﻟﻧﻔﺳﻲ ﻟﺷﺎﻋﺭ ﻳﻭﺩﻉ ﺍﻟﻌﺎﻟﻡ ﻭ ﻻ ﻳﻧﺳﻰ ﺃﺯﻣﺔ ﺍﻟﺫﺍﺕ ﻓﻲ ﺩﻭﺍﻣﺔ ﺍﻟﻐﻳﺎﺏ : ﺩﻭﺍﻣﺔ ﺃﻣﻭﺍﺝ ﺗﺗﻘﺎﺫﻓﻧﻲ ﻣﻛﻧﻭﻧﺎﺕ ﻗﻠﻘﺔ ﺃﻓﻛﺎﺭ ﻣﺿﻁﺭﺑﺔ ﺭﺃﺱ ﻻ ﺗﺳﺗﻘﺭ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺷﻲﺀ ﺧﻠﺟﺎﺕ ﺗﻧﻔﺛﻧﻲ ﻓﻲ ﻓﺿﺎﺀﺍﺕ ﺍﻟﻌﺩﻡ ﻭ ﻓﻲ ھﺫﻩ ﺍﻟﺩﻭﺍﻣﺔ ﻭ ﺍﻟﺗﻣﺯﻕ ﺍﻟﺩﺍﺧﻠﻲ ھﻝ ﻣﻥ ﻣﻬﺭﺏ ؟ :
ﺃھﺭﺏ ﻣﻧﻲ ﺇﻟﻲ ﻻ ﻣﻧﺟﺎﺓ ﺃﻟﻭﺫ ﺑﺟﻠﺑﺎﺏ ﺧﻳﺑﺎﺗﻲ ﻋﻠﻬﺎ ﺗﺳﻌﻔﻧﻲ ﺃﺗﻛﺊ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻅﻠﻲ ﺃﺗﻌﻠﻕ ﺑﺧﻳﻭﻁ ﺃﻭھﺎﻡ ﻭﺍھﻧﺔ ﺣﺎﻟﺔ ﺍﺣﺗﺿﺎﺭ ﻣﺗﺧﻳﱠﻠﺔ ﻳﺣﺎﺳﺏ ﺍﻟﺷﺎﻋﺭ ﻓﻳﻬﺎ ﻧﻔﺳﻪ : ﺃﺿﻠﻠﺕ ﺍﻟﻁﺭﻳﻕ ؟ ﺃﻡ ﺍﻟﻁﺭﻳﻕ ﺃﺿﻠﻧﻲ ﻭ ﺍﻟﺩﺧﻭﻝ ﻓﻲ ﻅﻠﻣﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﻣﻭﺕ ﺍﻟﻣﻁﺑﻕ ﻳﺳﺗﺣﺿﺭ ﻟﻪ .ﺍﻟﺷﺎﻋﺭ ﺍﻟﻠﻳﻝ ﺍﻟ َﻣﺭْ َﻗﺳِ ﻲّ : ﻟﻳﻝ ﻛﻣﻭﺝ ﺍﻟﺑﺣﺭ ﺃﺭﺧﻰ ﺳﺩﻭﻟﻪ " "ﻭ ٍ ھﺫﺍ ﺍﻟﻠﻳﻝ ﺍﻟﺛﻘﻳﻝ ﺍﻟﻣﻁﺑﻕ ﻳﻌﺯﻑ ﻟﺣﻥ ﻋﻭﺍﺀ ﻳﺧﺗﻠﺞ ﺑﻳﻥ ﺍﻷﺿﻠﻊ ﺭﻳﺎﺡ ﺍﻟﺑﻳﻥ ﺗﺧﺗﺯﻝ ﺃﻓﺭﺍﺣﻲ ﺗﺩﻛﺩﻙ ﺍﻟﻌﻣﺭ ﻣﺅﺫﻧﺎ ﺑﺎﻟﺭﺣﻳﻝ ﻻ ﻣﻧﺎﺹ .. ﺇﺫﻥ ﻛﻣﺎ ﻗﺎﻝ ﺍﻟﺷﺎﻋﺭ ﻗﺑﻝ ﺃﺳﻁﺭ ﺃﻧﻪ ﻳﻬﺭﺏ ﻭ ﻟﻛﻥ
ﻻﻣﻧﺟﺎﺓ ھﺎ ھو ﻳﺅﻛﺩ ﺃﻧﻪ : ﻻ ﻣﻧﺎﺹ ﻓﺎﻟﻣوﺕ ﺣﻳﻥ ﻳﺄﺗﻲ ﻳﺻﺑﺢ ھو ﺍﻟﺣﻘﻳﻘﺔ ﺍﻟﺗﻲ ﻻ ﺗﺩﻓﻊ ..و ﻻ ﺑﺩ ﺃﻥ ﺗﻘﻊ. ﺍﻷﻓوﻝ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻣﺷﺎﺭﻑِ ِ :::: ::::::::::::::::: ﺩﺏ ﺍﻟﺭﺑﻳ ُﻊ.. ﺃﺟْ َ ْﻧﻊ ﺍﻟﺧﺭﻳﻑُ ... ﺃﻳ َ ً ﺕ ﺍﻟﻧوﺍﺭﺱُ ﻣﺛﻘﻠﺔ ﻋﺎﺩ ِ ﺑﺷوﺍﻅِ ﺍﻟﺳﻧﻳﻥ.. ﺃﻧﻛﺭﺗﻬﺎ ﺍﻟﺷﻁﺂﻥ ◌ُ … ﻁﻳو ُﺭ ﺍﻟﺳﻧوﻧو ھﺟﺭﺕ ﺃﻋﺷﺎﺷﻬﺎ.. ﺩوﻥ ﺭﺟﻌﺔ… ٌ ٌ ﻣﻣﺯﻗﺔ .. ﺃﺷﺭﻋﺔ ٌ ﻣﺭﺳﺎﺓٌ ﺿﺎﺋﻌﺔ… ﺃﻣوﺍﺝ ﺗﺗﻘﺎﺫﻓﻧﻲ... ﺩوﺍﻣ ُﺔ ٍ ﻣﻛﻧوﻧﺎﺕ ٌ ٌ ﻗﻠﻘﺔ..
ٌ ﻣﺿﻁﺭﺑﺔ.. ﺃﻓﻛﺎ ٌﺭ ٌ ﺭﺃﺱ ﻻﻳﺳﺗﻘ ُﺭ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺷﻲ ٍء.. ﺧﻠﺟﺎﺕ ُ ٌ ﺕ ﺗﻧﻔﺛﻧﻲ ﻓﻲ ﻓﺿﺎءﺍ ِ ﺍﻟﻌﺩﻡ… ِ ﺃھﺭﺏُ ﻣﻧﻲ ..ﺇﻟﻲﱠ .. ﻻﻣﻧﺟﺎ ًﺓ… ُ ﺏ ﺧﻳﺑﺎﺗﻲ.. ﺃﻟوﺫ ﺑﺟﻠﺑﺎ ِ ﻋﻠﱠﻬﺎ ُﺗﺳﻌﻔﻧﻲ .. ﺃﺗﻛﻲ ُء ﻋﻠﻰ ﻅﻠﻲ.. ُ ﺃوھﺎﻡ ﺃﺗﻌﻠﻕ ﺑﺧﻳوﻁ ٍ وﺍھﻧ ٍﺔ… ُ َ ﺍﻟﻁﺭﻳﻕ؟.. ﺃﺃﺿﻠﻠﺕ ُ ﺍﻟﻁﺭﻳﻕ ﺃﺿﱠﻠﻧﻲ ؟… ﺍﻡ ُ ﺃﺭﺽ ﺷﻘوﻕ ﺧﺭﺍﺋﻁ ٍ ِ ﺃﺿﻧﺎھﺎ ﺍﻟﻅﻣﺄ ُ .. ُﺭﺳِ َﻣ ْ ﺕ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻣﻼﻣﺣﻲ.. ٌ ﺑﺑﺅﺱ ﺍﻟﻘﺣﻁِ … ﻣﺷوﺑﺔ ِ ﺍﻟﺑﺣﺭ ﺃﺭﺧﻰ ﺳﺩوﻟﻪ١ "... ﻛﻣوﺝ وﻟﻳﻝ " ٍ ِ ِ
ﻳﻌﺯﻑُ ﻟﺣﻥ ﻋُوﺍ ٍء .. َ ﻳﺧﺗﻠ ُﺞ ﺑﻳﻥ ﺍﻷﺿﻠ ُ ِﻊ… ﺍﻟﺑﻳﻥ ﺗﺧﺗﺯ ُﻝ ﺭﻳﺎ ُﺡ ِ ﺃﻓﺭﺍﺣﻲ… ﻙ ﺍﻟﻌﻣ ُﺭ ﻣﺅﺫﻧﺎ ً ﺑﺎﻟﺭﺣﻳﻝ.. ﺗﺩﻛﺩ َ ِ ﻻﻣﻧﺎﺹ ؟!…
َﻭﺻ َﻔ ْ ـﺔ .............
ﺕ ..ﺃَ َﻓـــﺎ َﻗ ْ ﺕ َﯾـﺎ ﺃَ ْﻧـ ِ ﺃَ ْﻧـ ِ ـﺕ ِﺣ ْﯾ َﻧ َﻣــﺎ
ﻟــ ﻧﺑﯾﻝ ﺍﻟﺻﺎﻟﺣﻲ
ﺷ ُ ــﺎء ْﺕ َ َﺭ ﱠ ِــﻲ ــﺔ ﺍﻟ َﻣ ِ ﺷ ْﻣ َﻌﺗ ْ ﺿ َ ـــﺎء ﺃَ َ
ِـﻲ ــﻭﺗ ْ ِـﻲ َﻗ ْﻬ َ ِـﻲ ﻓ ْ ــﺭﺃ ُ ﺍﻟﻔِ ْﻧ َﺟــﺎﻥَ ﻟ ْ َﺗ ْﻘ َ ِــﻲ ﺻ ْﻔ َﺣﺗ ْ ﺳـــﺎ ﻓِـﻲ َ َﻭﺇ َﺫﺍ َﺣــﻝ ﱠ ﺍﻟ َﻣ َ
ٰ ﱠ ِﻱ َﺯ ْﻭ َﺟــــﺔٌ َ ﷲ ﻓ ِﻌﻧِــﺩ ْ ــﺭﻱ َ ﺍ ُ ْﺫ ُﻛ ِ ِـﻲ ﺳــ ُﻡ ﺍﻟـ ﱡﺩ ْﻧ َﯾــﺎ ِﺑ ِﺫ ْﻛ ِـﺭ ْﻱ َﺯ ْﻭ َﺟﺗ ْ َﺗ ْﺑ ُ
ــﻲ َ ﺳِ ْﺣــ ُﺭھَــﺎ َﻣـﺎ ھ ﱠ ﻌــﺭ ًﺓ ﺷ َ َــﺯ ِﻣ ﱢﻧ ْ ِﻱ ﻟَــ ْﻡ َﯾــ َﺩ ْﻉ ﻣِـﻥْ َ ﻌـــﺭ ِﺓ ﺷ َ َﻭ َﻗﺻِ ْﯾــﺩ ْ
ﺻ َﻔ ٌ ــﺔ ِﻱ َﻭ ْ ــﺭ ْﻱ َﻭ ٰ َھـﺫ ْ ـﻲ ﺳِ ﱢ ﺍ ِْﺣ َﻔﻅِ ْ ــﻲ ـــﺭﺗِ ْ ِــﻲ َﻋ ْﺛ َ ــﺎﺳ َﻣ ِﻌ ْﯾ َﻬــﺎ َﻭﺃَﻗِ ْﯾﻠ ْ َﻓ ْ
ﺟ َﺑ ْ ﺍﺳ َﺗ َـﻭ ْﺕ ــﻭ ْﺕ ُﺛـ ﱠﻡ ْ ـﺕ ُﺛـ ﱠﻡ ﺍﺭ َﺗ َ ﺃُﻋ ِ ُﺛـ ﱠﻡ َﻣـﺎ َﻟ ْﺕ ..ﻗُ ْﻠ ُ ِـﻲ ـﺕ َﻣ ْﻬ َـﻼً َﯾـﺎ ﺍ ْﺑ َﻧﺗ ْ
ﺕ ﻣِﻥَ ﺍﻟ ﱠ ﺳ ْﺑ ُﻊ َ ﺷ ْﯾ ِ ﺷ ْﻌ َﺭﺍ ٍ ﺏ َﻋﻠَ ْﺕ َ َﻓ ْﻭ َﻕ َﺭ ْﺃﺳِ ْﻲ َﻓ َﺩ ِﻋ ْﯾﻧ ِْﻲ َﻭﺍ ْ ﺷ َﻣﺗ ِْﻲ
ﺃَ ْﻧـ ِ ﺻـــﻥٌ َﻣـــﺎﻝ َ ﻣِـﻥْ َﺭ ْﯾ َﻌـــﺎﻧِــ ِﻪ ﺕ ُﻏ ْ ِــﻲ ـــﻭ ُﺟ ﱠﺑﺗ ْ ﻑ َﺗﺣ ُﻧ ْ ــﻭ َ ﺳ ْ ِــﻲ َ َﻻ َﺗ ِﻣ ْﯾﻠ ْ
ِـﻲ ﺃَ ْﻧ َ ِــﻲ ﺍﺭﺣﻠ ْ ـﺕ َﺟــﺩﱢ ْﻱ َﻭ َ ُﺛـ ﱠﻡ ﻗُ ْـﻭﻟ ْ ﺻ ْﻔ َﺣ ِﺔ َﻭﺍھْ ُﺟ ُﺭ ْﻱ ﺷِ ْﻌ ِﺭ ْﻱ َﻭ َﻣﺎﻓِﻲ ﺍﻟ ﱠ
ﺃَ ْ ـﺎ� ﻗُ ْﻠ ُ ـﺭ َﻛ ْ ِــﺭ ْﻱ ـﺕ ِﺑ ﱠ ِ ـﺕ ْ ﺷ َ ﺍﺳ َﺗ ْﻐﻔ ِ َﻻ َﺗﻘُــﻭﻟِـﻲ ﺃَ ْﻧ َ ِـــﻲ ـﺕ َﺣ ﱠﻘـــﺎ ً ﻗِ ْﺑﻠَﺗ ْ
ـﺕ ُﺛــ ﱠﻡ َﻗــﺎﻟَ ْ ُﺛــ ﱠﻡ َﻣــﺎﻟَ ْ ِـــﻲ ـﺕ :ﻟَ ْﯾ َﺗﻧ ْ ـﺏ ﺍﻟ ﱢ ِــﻲ ﺻﺗ ْ ـﺩﺭﻱ ﻗِ ﱠ ﺷ ْﻌ َ ﺃَ ْﻛ ُﺗـ ُ ــﺭ ﻟِ َﺗ ِ
ُﺛـ ﱠﻡ َﻣــﺎ َﻟ ْ ــﻲ َﻟــ ْﻡ ﺃَ َﺩ ْﻉ ــﺭ ﺃَ ﱢﻧ ْ ـﺕ َﻏ ْﯾ َ ِﺿـ ِﺔ ﺻﺎﻓ ِْﻲ ﺍﻟﻔ ﱠ ﺿ ِﻣ ْﯾ ِﺭ ْﻱ َﻏ ْﯾ َﺭ َ ﻓ ِْﻲ َ
ـــﺎﻑ ﺍﻟ َﻘ ْﻠـ ِ ــﺭﺍً ُﻛ ﱠﻠ َﻣــﺎ ﺏ ﺷِ ْﻌ َ ِﺯﺩْ ﺷِ َﻐ َ َ ِــﻲ ﺻ َﻔﺗ ْ ِﻱ َﻭ ْ ِـﻲ ﺍﻟ ُﺑﻌـــ ُﺩ َﻓ ٰ َﻬــﺫ ْ ﺷــﺩﱠ ﻧ ْ
ِـﻲ َﻗ َﺳ َﻣــﺎ ً ــﺭﻭﻓ ْ ـــﺭ ُﺣ ُ ﺳﺣ ُ ﺳ َﻬــﺎ ْ َﻣ ﱠ ﻑ ﺍﻟ ﱢ ِـﻲ ِﻱ ُﺟ ْﻌ َﺑﺗ ْ ﺷ ْﻌ ِﺭ ُﻋ ْﻭﺩ ْ ﺎﺣ ُﺭ ْﻭ َ َﯾ ُ
ﻧﺑﯾﻝ ﺣﯾﺩﺭ ﺍﻟﺻﺎﻟﺣﻲ
ﺳﻝ ... ﺍﻟﻌ َ ُﻧﺑﻭ َءﺓُ َ
ﺳﻲ .. ﺱ َﺣ َﻭﺍ ﱢ َﻓ َﯾﺄْﺗِﯾﻧِﻲ ﱠ ﺍﻟﺭ ﱡﺩ ﻣِﻥْ ھ ََﻭ ِ
ﺍﻟﺷﺎﻋﺭ ﺇﺣﺳﺎﻥ ﺍﻟﺧﻭﺭﻱ
ﺎء ... َﻭﻣِﻥْ َﺗ ْﻭ َﺑ ِﺔ َﻧ ْﻬﺩَ ْﯾﻙِ ﻟِﻠﱢ َﻘ ِ ﺳ ﱢﯾ َﺩﺗِﻲ ... َ
ﺻ َﻧ ْﻭ َﺑ ُﺭ ُﯾ َﺣﺎﺻِ ُﺭﻧِﻲ .. ﺍﻟ ﱠ
ﺻﻣﺗِ ِﻬ َﻣﺎ ..؟ ﻑ َ َﻧ ْﻬ َﺩﺍ َﻙ َﻣﺎ َﺧ ْﻠ َ
ﺎﺭﺝ ﱠ ﺷ َﻭﺗِ ِﻪ َﺗﺩَ َ ﻟَ ﱠﺫﺓُ َﻧ ْ ﻭﺯ ْ ﺍﻟﺯ َﻣ ِﻥ .. ﻧﺕ َﺧ َ
ﺍﻑ !.. ﺎﺭﺝ ﺍﻷﻋﺭ ُ َ َھﻝْ ُھ َﻣﺎ َﺧ َ
َﻭ َﻋ َﺑ ُﻕ َﺭﺍﺋ َِﺣﺗِ ِﻪ َﯾﻘُﻭ ُﺩﻧِﻲ ﺇِﻟَ ْﯾﻙِ ...
ﺍﻟﺳ ﱡﺭ ﻓِﻲ ُﺭ ُﺑﻁِ ﻬﻣﺎ ﺍﻟ ُﻣ ْﻘ َﻔ َﻠﺔ !.. َﻣﺎ ﱢ
ﺳ ﱢﯾ َﺩﺗِﻲ ... َ
ُﺭ ﱠﺑ َﻣﺎ َﯾ َﺗ َﻌﻠﱠ ُﻕ ﺍﻷَ ْﻣ ُﺭ ِﺑﺩَ ھَﺷﺎﺗﻲ ..
ﺍﻕ ﺃَ َﻣﺎ َﻡ َ ﺍ ِْﺧﻠَﻌِﻲ ﺍﻟﻔ َِﺭ َ ﺻ َﻧ ْﻭ َﺑ ِﺭ .. ﺷ َﺟ َﺭ ِﺓ ﺍﻟ ﱠ
َ ﺎﺱ َﺧ َﯾﺎﻟ ﱟِﻲ .. ﺝ ِﺑ َﻣ َﻘ ٍ ﺎﻉ ﺍﻟ َﻣ ْﻭ ِ ﺃ ْﻭ ِﺑﺎ ِْﺭﺗِ َﻔ ِ
ﺎﻥ .. ﺎﺭ َﺯ َﻣ ِﻥ ﺍﻻِﺣﺗِ َ ﺿ ِ َﻓﺄ َ َﻧﺎ ِﺑ ِﺎ ْﻧﺗ َِﻅ ِ
ﺃَ ْﻭ ُﺭ ﱠﺑ َﻣﺎ ﻣِﻥْ ﺍﻟﻐِ ﻭﺍﯾﺔ ﺍﻟ ﱠ ﺳﺔ.. ﺷ ِﺭ َ
ﺝ َ ﻐﺎﻑ ﻓُﺅﺍﺩِﻙِ ﻟِ َﯾﺄْ ِﻭ َﯾﻧِﻲ ... ﺷ َ َﻭﺃَ ْﺣ َﺗﺎ ُ
ﺍﻟﺟﺎﺋ َِﻌﺔ... ﺃَ ْﻡ ِﺑﺄ َ ْﺟ ِﻭ َﺑﺗِﻲ َ
ﺳ ﱢﯾ َﺩﺗِﻲ ... َ
ﺳ ﱢﯾ َﺩﺗِﻲ ... َ
ھَﺎﺗِﻲ َﻗﻁ َﻔ ًﺔ ﻣِﻥْ ُﺭﻭﺣِﻙِ ..
ﺍﻟ ﱡﺗ ُ ﺡ َﻋ َﻠﻰ ﺍﻟ ِﻘ َﻣ ِﻡ .. ﻭﺕ ﺍﻟ َﻣ ْﻁ ُﺭﻭ ُ
َﻻ َﺗ ْﺑ ُﺧﻠِﻲ ...
ﺳ ُﯾ ْﻧ ِﻛ ُﺭﻧِﻲ ..؟! َھﻝْ َ
ﺃَ َﺗ َﺫ ﱠﻛ ُﺭ َﯾ ْﻭ َﻣ َﻬﺎ ..
َھﻝْ َﯾ ْﺑ َﻘﻰ ﻓِﻲ َﻓ َﻣ ْﻲ ﺃَ ْﻟ ِ ﺍﻝ .. ﻑ ُ ﺳ َﺅ ٍ
ﻗُ ُ ﺏ .. ﺳﺄَھْ ُﺭ ُ ﻠﺕ ِﺑ َﻬﺎ َ
ﻭﺕ َﻁ ْﻌ َﻡ َ ﺳ ُﯾ َﺅ ﱢﺟ ُﺞ ﺍﻟ ﱡﺗ ُ ﺍﻟﻐ َﺭ ِﻕ .. َھﻝْ َ
ﻁﻭ َﺡ ِﺑﻲ ُﺑ ْﻌﺩُﻙِ .. َﻓ ﱠ
ص .. ﺍﻟﺭ ْﻗ ِ َھﻝْ َﺗ ِﻌ َﺑ ْﺕ ﺍﻟ ﱠﻧ ْﻬﺩَ ﺍ ِﻥ ﻣِﻥْ ﱠ ِﻲ َ ﺷ َﺭﺍھ َُﺔ ﺍﻟ ﱡﺗﻭ ِ ﺕ .. ﺃَ ْﻡ ھ َ
ﺷ ﱠﺑ ُ ﺃَ َﺗ َ ﺙ ِﺑﺫ ِْﻛ َﺭﻯ ﺃَ ْﻧ َﻔﺎﺳِ ﻙِ ..
َﻭ َ ﺷ َﺭﺍھ َُﺔ َﻧ ْﻅ َﺭﺍ ُﺗﻲ ﺍﻟ ُﻣ ْﺣ َﺗ ِﺭ َﻗﺔ ...
ﺃُﻟَ ْﻣﻠِ ُﻣ َﻬﺎ ..
ﺳ ﱢﯾ َﺩﺗِﻲ ... َ
ﺃﺳﺄَﻟُﻙِ .. ْ
ﺳ ِﻝ .. ﻭءﺓُ ﺍﻟ َﻌ َ َﻣ َﺗﻰ َﺗ ْﻛ َﺗ ِﻣﻝ ُ ُﻧ ُﺑ َ
َھﻝْ ﺃَ َﻧﺎ ﻻ ِﺯ ُ ﻟﺕ ُﻣ ْﻐ َﺭﻣﺎ ً ِﺑﻙِ ..؟ َﻓﺄُﻁﻠ ُِﻕ َﻧ ْﻅ َﺭﺍﺗِﻲ َ ﺍﻟﺧ ُﺟﻭ َﻟ َﺔ ..
َﻭ َﺗ ْﻧ َﺗ ِﻬﻲ ھُﺩ َﻧ ُﺔ ﺍﻟ ﱠﻧ ْﻬ َﺩ ْﯾ ِﻥ .. ﺍﻟﻌﺎﻟ ُِﻕ َﻋﻠَﻰ َ ﻟِ َﯾ َﺗ َﺣ ﱠﺭ ْﻙ ﺍﻟ ﱠ ﺷ َﻔﺗِﻲ .. ﺷ ْﻭ ُﻕ َ
ﻷَ ْﻧ َﺗﻅِ ُﺭ ﺃَ ْﺟ ِﻭ َﺑ َﺔ ﻓُ َﺅﺍﺩِﻙِ ..
ﺡ ﻟَ ُﻬ َﻣﺎ .. َﻓ ُﯾﻠَ ﱢﻭ ُ
ﻭ ِﺑ ﱡ ﺕ ﺃﺷﺗﺎﻗُﻙِ ..
َﯾﺣ ُ ﺷ ُﺩ ﺍﻟﻘُ ْﺑ َﻼﺕ ..
ﻛﻡ ﯾﺅﻟﻣﻧﻲ
ﻷﺧﺭج ﻣﻥ ﺇﻏوﯾﻧﻲ َ
وﻝ .. ُﯾ َﺣ ﱢﺭ ُﻛ َﮭﺎ ِﺑ ُﻛﻝ ﱢ ُﻓ ُ ﺿ ٍ
ﺩﻣﻊ ﺍﻟﻧﺎﺱ
ﺿﻼﻟﺗﻲ ..وﺃﻗﺿ َﻡ َ ﺍﻟﺗﻔﺎﺣﺔ...
وﻝ ﱠ ﺍﻟﺯ َﻣ ِﻥ .. َﻧ ْﺣ َو ﺍﻟﻌ ِْﻁ ِﺭ ﺍﻟ َﻣ ْﺟ ُﮭ ِ ﺣﺎﻝ .. َﻓ ُﺗ ْﺭ َﺗﻁِ ُﻡ ِﺑﺄ َ ْﺳ ِﺋﻠَ ِﺔ ﺍﻟ ُﻣ ِ ﺎﺭ َﯾ ًﺔ َﻋﻠَﻰ ﺍﻟ ﱠﻧ ْﮭ َﺩ ْﯾ ِﻥ .. َو َﺗﻁﻔُو َﻋ ِ ِﺵ ﻣِﻥْ ﻟَ ْﺳ َﻌ ِﺔ ﺍﻟ ﱡﺗو ِ ﺕ .. َﺗﺭ َﺗﻌ ُ
ﯾﺅﺭﻗﻧﻲ و ﱢ ﺣﺯﻥ ﺍﻟﻁﻔﻝ وﻟﺩ ﯾﺷﻘﻰ
وﺣ ِﺔ ﺍﻟ ُﻐ ْﻧ ِﺞ .. ﺿ َﮭﺎ َﻋﻠَﻰ ﺃ ُ ْﺭ ُﺟ َ َﯾ ْﻐ ُﻔو َﺑ ْﻌ ُ
ﺩوﻥ ﺍﻟﺣﻠﻡ
ﺿ َﮭﺎ َﯾﺣ َﺗ ِﺭ ُﻕ ﻓِﻲ ﺍﻟ َﻣ َوﺍﻗِ ِﺩ ... َو َﺑ ْﻌ ُ
ﻻ ﯾﻌﺭﻑ ﺳﺑﺑﺎ
ِﻲ ِﻣ ْ ﺍﺭھَﺎ .. ﺷ َو َ ﻟَ ِﻛ ﱠﻧ َﮭﺎ ﻟَﻥْ ُﺗ ْﻠﻐ َ
ﻟﻠﺟوﻉ.. .
ﺷ ْﯾ ًﺋﺎ ﻣِﻥْ ﺍﻟ ﱠﻧ ْ ﺏ ِﻣ ْﻧ ُﮭ َﻣﺎ َ ﺷ َو ِﺓ .. َﺗ ْﺳﻠُ ُ
ﻛﻡ ﯾﺛﻘﻠﻧﻲ. .
ﺳ ﱠﺭ ِﺓ .. َﻓ ُﯾﺭﺷِ ُﺩھَﺎ ﻅِ ﻠﱡ ُﮭ َﻣﺎ ﺇِﻟَﻰ ﺃ ُ ْﻓ ِﻕ ﺍﻟ ﱡ َﺗ ْﻘﻠَ ُﻕ َﻗﻠ ً ِﯾﻼ .. ﺏ ﺍﻟ ﱠﻁ ِﺭ َ ﯾﻕ .. ﺿ ُ ُﺗ َو ﱢ ﺳ َﻔ ِﺭ ﱠ ُﺗ ِﺭﯾ ُﺩ ﺃَﻥْ َﺗ ْ ﯾﻝ .. ﺷ ُﺑ َﻊ َﻗ ْﺑﻝ َ ﺍﻟ ﱠ ﺍﻟﻁ ِو ِ ﺳ ﱠﺭ َﺓ .. ﻓ َﺗﺻِ ﻝ ُ ﺍﻟ ﱡ
ھﺫﺍ ﺍﻟﺑﻠﺩ ﻗﻠﺏ ﯾﻧﺑﺽ ﻓﻲ ﻧﺻﻔﯾﻥ ﯾﺑﺩﺃ ﻋﻧﺩ
ﺎﺯﻟُ َﮭﺎ .. ُﺗ َﻐ ِ
ﺍﻟﺷﺟﺭ ﺑﺩﺍﺭﻱ
ﺿ َﻔﺎ ِ ﻑ .. ِﻲ َﻋﻠَﻰ ﺍﻟ ﱢ ِﯾﺭﺓُ َوھ َ َﺗ َﺗ َﺭ ﱠﻧ ُﺢ ﺍﻷَﺧ َ
وﺍﻟﺑﺎﻗﻲ ﯾﺗﺟﺭﻉ
ُ ﺭﺍﻡ .. َﺗﺑﺩَﺃ ﻓِﯾ َﮭﺎ ﺑﺎﻟ َﻐ ِ
ﻏﺭﺑﺔ
ﺻ ْﻧ ِﻊ .. ﯾﻝ ﺍﻟ َﻣﺎھ َِﺭ ِﺓ ﺍﻟ ﱡ َو َﺗ ْﻧ َﺗ ِﮭﻲ ﻓِﻲ ﺍﻟ ﱠﺗ َﻔﺎﺻِ ِ ﺷ ُ ﻌﻠﺔ ﺍﻟ ﱠﻧ ْ ﺗﻧوﺹ ُ ﺷ َو ِﺓ .. ُﺛ ﱠﻡ ُ َﻓ َﺗ ِﺯ ﱡﻡ ﺍﻟﻘُ ْﺑ َﻼ ُ ﺕ ﺫﺍ َﺗﮭﺎ .. ﺳﺎ َﻓﺔ .... وﻝ ﺍﻟ َﻣ َ َو َﺗ َﻌو ُﺩ َﻋﻠَﻰ ُﻁ ِ ﻣﻥ ﺩﯾوﺍﻧﻲ ﺍﻟﺭﺍﺑﻊ :ﻧِﺳﺎ ٌء ﻣِﻥ ﺷﻣﻊ
ﻋﻣﺎﺩ ھﺎﻧﻲ ﺫﯾﺏ
ﻗﺎﺳﻡ ﺳﮭﻡ ﺍﻟﺭﺑﯾﻌﻲ
= ))))) ٢٣-ﺳوﻧﯾﺗﺎت اﻟﻌﺷﻕ اﻟﺧﺎﻟﺩ ((((( ﺑﻘﻠﻡ اﻟﺷﺎﻋﺭ ﺭﻣﺯﻱ ﻋﻘﺭاوﻱ ﻓﺎﺗِ َﻧﺗﻲ ! ت َﻗﻠﱠ ْﻠ ِ ﺻﺑﺭﻱ َ ت وﺯﺩ ِ ِ َﺗ َﻣ ْﻠﻣُﻠﻲ ؟ ت ﻛﻣﺎ ِﺯﺩ ِ ﺑُﻛﺎﺋﻲ ﺑﻌﺩَ ﺃﻥْ و ﱠﺩﻋﺗﯾﻧﻲ و َﺗ َﻌﻠﱡﻠﻲ ! وﺑَﻌﺩَﻙِ ﯾﺎ ﻗﺎﺗِ َﻠﺗﻲ = ﯾﺎ ﺭاﺋِ َﻌﺗﻲ = ﯾﺎﺁﻧ َِﺳﺗﻲ ﻛﯾﻑ َ
ُ ﺃﻟوﺫ ِﺑ َﺭ َﻏ ِﺩ اﻟﻌﯾش ِ ﯾش ﺑﻌﺩَ َﻋ ِ اﻟ ّﺗﺫﻟﱡ ِﻝ ؟؟ ت ھﺎﺟﺭْ ِ َ ت ﻓﺄو َﺣ ْﺷ ِ ﯾﺎﺭ اﻟ ﱢﺩ َ وﺃھﻠَﻬﺎ --- ت وﺃﻧ ِ ت اﻟﺗﻲ ُﻛﻧ ِ َﻣﻌﯾﻧﻲ ت ﻓﻲ اﻟ ُﻣﻠِﻣّﺎ ِ و َﺗ َوﺳﱡﻠﻲ ﻓﻼ ﻛﺎﻥ ﯾو ٌﻡ ت ﻓﯾ ِﻪ ُﻛﻧ ِ ً ﻏﺎﺋﺑﺔ
ﻋﻥ ﻋُﻳﻭﻧﻲ ؟؟ ﺕ ﻟﻲ ﻭﺃﻧ ِ ﺻ ْﻔ ِﻭ َﻛ َ ﱡ ﻭﻋِﺯ َﻣﻧ َﻬﻠﻲ – َﻣﺄ َﻣﻠﻲ ؟؟؟ ٢٠١٧=١=٣٠
ﻓﻳﺎﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﺑﻭح
ٌ ٌ ﻓﺭﺍﺷﺔ ٌ ، ﻣﻭﺕ ﺃُﻗــــــــــــــــَ ّﺷ ُﺭﻩ ﻗﻠﻕ ، ُ ﺍﻷﺟ ُﻝ ﺣ ّﺗﻰ ﺍﻧﺗﻬﻳﺕ ﺣﻳﺎ ًﺓ ﻋـــــــــــﺎﻓﻬﺎ َ
ﺿﺎ َﻗ ْ ِﻳﻥ ﺍﺳ َﺗﺳﻠَ َﻡ ﺍﻷَ َﻣ ُﻝ ﺕ ِﺑ َﻲ ﺍﻟ ﱠﻧﻔـﺱُ ﺣ َ َ
ً ﺃﺧﻳﻠﺔ ﻭﺳﺎﺋ ٌﺩ ،ﺩﻓﺗ ٌﺭ ﻗﺩ ﺷــــــــــــــــﺎﻁ
َﻭﺍﻟﻳـَـــــــــﺄﺱُ ّ ﻣﺯﻗﻧﻲ ﺃﺣْ ﺩَﺍ ُﻗ ُﻪ ﺍﻷَ َﺟ ُﻝ
ﺍﻷﺣــــــــﺯﺍﻥ ﻳﻐﺗﺳ ُﻝ ﻣﻥ ﻛ ﱢﻝ ﺟﻔ ٍﻥ ﺃﺗﻰ َ
ﻓﻧﺟﺎﻥ ﺣﻳﺭﺗﻪ ﺃﺟﺎﻟﺱُ ﺍﻟﺻّـــــــﺑﺭ ﻓﻲ ِ ُ ﻳﺳﺗﻳﻘﻅ ﺍﻟﻠّﻳ ُﻝ ﺃﻋــــــــﻣﻰ ّ ﺍﻟﻭﺟ ُﻝ ﺃﺯﻩ َ
ّﻌﻑ ﻣﺫ ﺳﻭّ ُ ﻓﺕ ﻧــــــــــــﺧ َﻠ َﺗﻪ ﺃﺭ ّﺗﻕ ﺍﻟﺳ َ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﺭّﻣﻝ ھﻝ ﻳﺎ ﺗﺭﻯ ﻗﺩ ﺻﻔّﻕ ﺍﻟــﻣ َﻠﻝُ؟
ِــــــــﺣﺎ ُﺭ ﺍﻟﱠﺗِﻲ َﻣﺎ ﻋ ُْﺩ ُ ﺕ ﺃَ ْﻣﻠَﺅُ َھﺎ؟ ﺃَﻳ َْﻥ ﺍﻟﺑـ َ
ُ ﻛﻧﺕ ﻭﺭﻁــــــــــــﺗﻪ ﺃﺭ ّﺗ ُﻝ ﺍﻟﻣﺎ َء ﻏﻳﻣًﺎ
َ ﻭح ﻣُﺭْ َﺗ ِﺣﻝُ؟ ﺃﻳ َْﻥ ﺍﻟﺳـﱠـــــــ َﻣﺎ ُء َﻭﻅِ ﱡﻝ ﺍﻟﺭﱡ ِ
ﻓﻳﺭﻗصُ ﺍﻟﻛﺄﺱُ ﻓﻲ ﺃﻧـــــــــﺣﺎﺋﻪ ﱠ ﺍﻟﺛ َﻣ ُﻝ
َﻳـﺎ َﻭﺭﺩَﺓ ◌ً َﺳ َﻛــــــــ َﺑ ْ ﺕ ﺃﻋﺫﺍﺭ َھﺎ ﺑ َﺩ ِﻣﻲْ َﺩﻣِﻲ ﺍﺳْ ـــــــــ َﺗ َﺣﺎ َﻝ َﻋﻠَﻰ ﺃَ ْﻭﺭﺍَ ِﻗ ِﻪ َ ﺍﻟﺧ َﺑ ُﻝ
ٌ ھﻧﺎ ھﻧﺎﻙ ﻋﺻـــــــــــــــﺎﻓﻳﺭٌ ﻭﺃﺟﻧﺣﺔ ھﺏْ ﺃ ّﻧﻬﺎ ﺳ َﻔــــــــــــﺭٌ ﻳﺄﺗﻲ ﺑــﻪ ﺍﻟ َﻁﻠَ ُﻝ
َﻛ ْﻡ َﺣ ﱠﺩﺛـَــــــ ْﺗﻧِﻲ َﺭ َﻭ ِﺍﺑﻲ ﱠ ﺍﻟﺯھْ ِﺭ ﺃَ ْﻗﻁِ ﻔ َﻬﺎ؟
ً ﺯﻥ ﺃﺿْ ـــــﺭﺣﺔ ﺇﻥْ ﻁﻭّ ﻗﺗﻧﻲ ﺃﻳﺎﺩﻱ ﺍﻟﺣُ ِ
ُ ﻁﺭﺑﺕ ﺑﻭﺍﺩﻱ ﺍﻟﺿﻭء ﺃُﻧﻬﻣــــــﻝُ؟ ﻭﻛﻡ
ﺗﺭﺍﺏُ ﻗﻠﺑﻲ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺃﺷـــــــــــــﻬﺎﺩِﻩ ﺍﻟﺑﻠ ُﻝ
َﺭ َﻛﺿْ ُ ﺕ ﻁِ ْﻔﻼً َﻳﻬ ﱡُﺯ ﺍﻟ ُﻐـﺻْ َﻥ ﻓِﻲ ﺃَ َﻣ ِﺩﻱ َﻭﺍﻟ ﱠﺷﻣْﺱُ َﺛ ْﻐﺭٌ ِﺑ َﻬﻣ ْـــــــِﺱ ﺍﻟ ُﺣﻠﻡ ﻳﺗﺻ ُﻝ
ﻭﻕ ﺃﻓﺋﺩ ٌﺓ ﺃﺻﺎﺑﻌﻲ ﻓﻲ ﻣـــــــــﺩَﺍ ِﺩ ﺍﻟ ّﺷ ِ ھﻝ ﻣﻥ ﻭﺭﻳﺩﻱ ﻳﻔﺭﱡ ﺍﻟﺻّــــﺑ ُﺭ ﻭﺍﻷﻣﻝُ؟
ٌ ﻓﻠــــــــــﺳﻔﺔ ﺕ ﻣﻼﻣﺣﻲ ﻓﻲ ﻋﺭﺍ ِء ﺍﻟﻭﻗ ِ ﻓﻛﻳﻑ ﻳﺟﺭﻱ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺃﻧــــــــﺩﺍﺋﻬﺎ ﺍﻟ ّ ﺷﻠﻝُ؟ ً ﻣﺭھﻘﺔ ﺏ ﻣﺫ ﻏﺎﺩﺭ ْﺗﻧِﻲ ﺩﻣــــــــــﺎ ُء ﺍﻟﻘﻠ ِ ﺃﺳْ ُ ﺍﻟﻛﻭﻥ ﺗـــــــﺷﺗﻌ ُﻝ ﻠﻣﺕ ﺭﻭﺣﻲ ﺑﺩﻣﻊ ِ
ﺳﻳﻠﻳﻧﻲ ﻏﻧﻲ
رﺋﯾس اﻟﺗﺣرﯾر اﯾﺎد اﻟﺧﯾﺎط
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