Sargon Boulus (Syriac: ܣܪܓܢ ܦܘܠܘܨ, Arabic: سركون بولص, 1944 – October 22, 2007) was an Iraqi-Assyrian poet and short story writer.
In 1967, he left for Beirut, where he worked as a journalist and a translator. He later emigrated to the United States, and from 1968 lived in San Francisco. He studied comparative literature at the University of California at Berkeley, and sculpture at Skyline College. An avant-garde and thoroughly modern writer, his poetry has been published in major Arab magazines and has translated W. S. Merwin, Allen Ginsberg, Gary Snyder, Michael McClure, and others.
Sargon was born to an Assyrian family in the British-built 7-mile enclave of Habbaniya, ... more »
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Sargon Boulus Poems
Tea With Mouayed Al-Rawi
Our cigarette packs close to hand (that secret fuel) . . .
The Story Will Be Told
On the highest deck - in the lowest dump as well -
Remarks To Sindbad From The Old Man Of T...
Are you already tired? Our quest has barely begun.
Who Knows The Story
The century is almost over; How did it start, when will it end,
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Remarks To Sindbad From The Old Man Of The Sea
Are you already tired?
Our quest has barely begun.
Forget the sea.
Stop dreaming of ships and trade
I'm the last voyage you will
ever make, and likewise
was the first.
you came by,
every road you took,
I paved with my own hands
for your sake.
and you still complain!
Too heavy on your shoulders, you say?
I carry eternity's weight
plus my own, and need your legs
to take me around
in my journeying
between night and day.
You will try to escape,
I know, time after time;
you will dream every night