My Shadow
Oh how you tire me out my shadow
you, a deformed ghost
of the pain dwelling within my ribs…!
How you push me to hide in the dark for fear
Of you…!
When your gloomy ominous
attenuated image
chases me
or your clumsy shape
painted on my path
gets ahead of me
I feel I’m trotting
in front of you
or behind you
against my will
that you are pricking my neck
or pulling me from my nose
And if you beside me walk
I feel you are a monster lying in wait for me
about
to
rise up
on his feet
like a ghoul,
and leap
upon me
and put me
to death
All day long I tell
myself:
When my hour comes tomorrow
or after tomorrow
no doubt the angel of death will come
for me alone
and will forget you…
and you will attend my funeral
and take part in my burial
And when I am laid to rest inside the earth
and all my friends leave
you’ll linger a while above my grave
to gloat over my misfortune
and laugh out loud
then go away
Who knows whom you will accompany
after me!
to whom the bad luck will be passed!
a human like me, haunted with his premonitions
or a ferocious monster…?
(Translated from Arabic by Nizar Sartawi)
Copyright © Nizar Sartawi | Year Posted 2016
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