Ode To Victor Hugo (67) ‘the Miserable ‘ (Flesh Above, Marble Below) Poem by Freeyad Ibrahim

By Freeyad Ibrahim (Hugo)

French Revolution knew many men in this kind
Of a stature matching the time they living in
One could feel the old man's of endurance
Even now, with his end so near,
He retained the appearance of health:
In the clarity of his gaze,
The firmness of his voice,
And the vigorous movement of his shoulders.
There was something that defied death.
Azrael, the angel of muhammadan sepulchre,
Would have turned back,
Thinking he had come to the wrong door!
G-seemed to be dying because he wished to die
There was a sense of liberation in his agony.
Only his legs were motionless;
His feet were dead but his head was still fully alive.

In that solemn moment,
he was like the King in the Eastern Fable;
Flesh above and Marble below.

Freyad Hugo
(Dutch writer, author, columnist, translator, POET.)