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Samer Madbak

(31 July 1969 / Beirut)

Poem 027, Sonnet 10: Having Naught, Having All!


There was a time when I in ignorance
Did contemplate the status of my peers
Oft with a feeling of incompetence
Or else with envy or in yellow tears.

So that wherev’r I’d go, I would behold
Outstanding men of power and estate
Then would my sorrows grow a thousandfold
Seeing their wealth and my penurious state.

But when I swapped my yen with holy phlegm
And probed my bankrupt spirit once again
I found in it my bliss, my diadem
The destitution of my fellowmen.

‘Twas then the resurrection of my soul
Which having nihil, waxed possessing all!


Beirut
April 26th 1988

Submitted: Sunday, December 29, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 30, 2013
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