Saif Al Rahbi
Saif Al Rahbi Poems
- Our Old House It's as if I'm walking through valleys, filled...
- Bells Will Not Toll Tonight The storm in front of my ...
- Arrival When I travel to a country, rumours precede me ...
- From My Room To The Café In the morning when I wake up, the ...
- Steps I walk, I feel under my feet a sky, trembling with all...
- Music When I go out, I leave the music on
Saif al-Rahbi (born 1956) is an Omani poet, essayist and writer. He was born in Oman in a village called Suroor. In 1970, while he was still in his early teens, al-Rahbi was sent to school in Cairo. Afterwards, he lived and worked abroad for many years, in Cairo, Damascus, Algeria, Paris and London among others.
Al-Rahbi's third poetry collection The Bells of Rapture (1985) marked his arrival as an important new voice in Arabic poetry. At the time he was living in Paris. Eventually, he returned to Oman and established Nizwa, Oman's leading quarterly cultural magazine. Currently, he is editor-in-chief of the magazine.
Al-Rahbi has published several books of poetry and prose... more »
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Our Old House
It's as if I'm walking
through valleys, filled with fear,
valleys I can neither touch
nor easily recall.
As if I'm taking that first step there,
I walk into our old house, and find emaciated horses,
the ghosts of our ancestors
wander amongst their neighings.
The door opens onto this desert of absence
a smell of grilled fish,
a smell of gas,
wafting from the disused stove.
The jars as they were, speaking to the corners,
and water still boiling in the pots.
The sheep have come back from the fields
except for the one a wolf ate.
Saddles and guns ...