Elegy Number Three Poem by Nouri al Jarrah
Elegy Number Three
I desire light,
sleeplessness fills my eyes.
I am the remnant in a grave,
a wafted chrysalis -
though my form is dark and heavy.
I am not here, not there,
the rock face reverberates
silent interrogates...
lungs shattered...
all feeling lost,
the air, a drifting of torn leaves
almost inaudible.
I am the gust of wind
playing in a bright abyss.
Translated by Nawar al-Hassan
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