At The Lowest Point Poem by Mohammed Dib
At The Lowest Point
go on into the flames
with a clamor of insects
an indiscernible dust
a shape through blazing
with an enigma that makes you
gesture beneath the barren voice
and going on catch fire
immobile on a ridge
take your place for the vigil
and leave at night in a flood
or in blood like an outcry
beyond the reach of words
-Translated from the French by Carol Lettieri and Paul Vangelisti
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