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Salah Abdel Sabour
Biography of Salah Abdel Sabour
Salah Abdel Sabour (Arabic: صلاح عبد الصبور ), (May 1931 – 14 August 1981) was an Egyptian free verse poet, editor, playwright and essayist. He showed an interest in literature in his early life and started to write verses at the age of 13. Salah graduate from Cairo University in 1951 with a degree in Arabic literature.
Soon after graduation from the university, he took up teaching Arabic at state high school, a job he did not enjoy doing. He eventually abandoned it and began working for Rose al-Yūsuf Magazine as journalist then became the literary editor for al-Ahram. Afterwards, he held the position of undersecretary of the Ministry of Culture. From there, he became the editor-in-chief for the Cinema and Theater magazine. Between 1977 and 1978, he served as a press counselor for the Egyptian embassy in India and then headed the General Egyptian Book Organization until his death.
His first collection of poems, al-Nas fi Baladi (The People In My Country) published in 1956, marked the beginnings of the free verse movement in Egyptian poetry.
Salah Abdel Sabour Poems
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Dreams Of The Old Knight
If we were two boughs of a tree The sun would nourish our veins -
Night And Day
In this way the day slipped off the slope of the sun -
A Message From Saed
You ! Our Master who is coming after me -
The Sun And The Woman
Restless she stirs as she reclines, A setting sun, -
Winter Song
The winter tells me I shall die alone One winter just like this, one winter -
Belated Confession
The truth is, knights proud, I felt you were -
Which May Prove Useful
My position, my lords, I take At the end of the corridor; -
For Which Please Accept Apologies
It's my job, my lords, to sing! I hug my lyre, all right, -
That Evening
You spoke to me Of winged horse-shoes
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My position, my lords, I take
At the end of the corridor;
We are, all in all, four:
The court jester,
The official historian,
The sooth-sayer,
And the minstrel.
We have neither names nor swords
And all are hirelings.
