Ali Ahmad Said Esber

1930 / Syria

Song

from "Elegy for the First Century"
Bells on our eyelashes
and the death throes of words,
and I among fields of speech,
a knight on a horse made of dirt.
My lungs are my poetry, my eyes a book,
and I, under the skin of words,
on the beaming banks of foam,
a poet who sang and died
leaving this singed elegy
before the faces of poets,
for birds at the edge of sky.

TRANSLATED BY KHALED MATTAWA
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