The Egyptian Woman Poem by Tom Billsborough
The Egyptian Woman
Where you sink, depth no longer is.
It is enough that I transport your breath
Within a single reed for a seed to burst
Beneath my heel upon these sands.
All came of a single blow of which nothing remains.
Nothing but the mark on my door
Of the embalmer's burned hands.
Tuesday, November 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: historical
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A translation of a poem by Jacques Dupin, a Modern French poet.
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4/18/2024 5:09:47 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A single reed for a seed to burst! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
It's a bit since I did a translation. Jacques was much into Egyptology.