(translated from Arabic by Michael Beard and Adnan Haydar)
Long ago I screamed at the city:
Husk of the world,
I'm holding you in my hand.
Long ago I muttered at the ship,
my song in a rose-red blaze:
all or nothing.
As for you, my grandchildren, I'm tired,
tired of myself, tired of the seas.
Bring me that chair.
from The New Yorker (May 12, 2008)
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Re: A "bring it on" poem (for old people).
The poem published here does not make us that Adonis is a great poem as he has been propagated by the media. There are many living Adonis in Bangladesh whose poems are world standard.
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