Dead Poet’s Night

A short while ago I was asked to do a reading for the Art Bar Poetry Series 8th Annual meeting of the Dead Poet’s Society,  I chose to read one of my favorite poets…

Nazik al-Mala’ika

“Who Am I”

The wind asks who am I?

I am its confused spirit,

whom time disowned

I, like it, never resting

continue to travel without end

continue to pass without pause

Should we reach a bend

we would think it end our suffering and then -void

Time asked who am I

I, like it, am a giant, embracing centuries

I return and grant them resurrection

I create the distant past

From the charm of pleasant hope

And I return to bury it

to fashion for myself

a new yesterday

whose tomorrow is ice


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