Darren White Poet Quatrain

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A tribute to this pre-islamic poet, who made me love Arabic poetry so much, that I made it my main focus for the MA I am doing.

As-Shanfara

My ancient Arabs know exactly how to tell a tale,
Of hardship, kinsman, outcasts, how to be so strong,
Withstanding weather, find your way, what it does entail
To fight a world alone, with nowhere to belong.

I like to think it is a metaphor, not an exact rendition.
A simile of sorts, no different from Bible or Qur’an.
A handbook, of how life can cast you out as clansman.
If preprogrammed molds don’t fit woman or man,

Shanfara found his way by choosing a direction,
Completely opposite of where his brothers rode.
He found his new kin amongst beings, all not human.
To him man does ascribe this still illustrious ode.

For you, my brigand poet, I write this loving poem,
You mean so much to me, like you I do not fit so well,
And am forever searching, But I am not seen as scum.
My su’luk, my traveler, I stay and have your tale to tell.

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January 17, 2016
© Darren White

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Claudia Polydoro January 17, 2017 at 7:34 PM I second what White Wolf said... Loved it Darren White January 17, 2017 at 11:30 PM Thanks Clau. Not biased, by any chance? ;)

White Wolf January 17, 2017 at 6:29 PM What a great ode to an obviously great poet! Darren White January 17, 2017 at 11:30 PM YES! A wonderful poet, part of his masterpiece (that is about the length of a novel) I can recite by head ;)