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.

Adonis, “Song” from Selected Poems, translated by Khaled Mattawa. Copyright © 2010 by  Adonis. Reprinted by permission of Yale University Press.

Source: Selected Poems (Yale University Press, 2010)

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