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An Airing


This morning
after a long time in the hole
they let me out
for a fifteen minute walk
into an empty corridor
littered with rusty cans
and bits of broken glass
An ‘official’ guarded the gate
while another
stood at the other side
with a rifle slung over his shoulder
All this for the sake
of a sick man
drained by two weeks of hunger strikes
But being watched like a wild beast
as though I were some gloomy horse
whose mildest movement should be distrusted
doesn’t affect me any more
I’m even aware that those men
eyeing my every step
might even be compassionate
or at least indifferent
it’s all a question of hunger and misery
There was a crazy-bright sun
and the sky was blue, so blue that when I looked up at it
I didn’t know where to turn my head
So I shut my eyes
and bathed my hands and my face
in that unsettling marriage of elements
then my heart resumed
its regular rhythm
hope’s harmonious flow

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About the translation:
Poet:
Abdellatif Laâbi
Translator:
André Naffis-Sahely
Original language:
French
Issue:
2015 Number 2 - I WISH...

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Abdellatif Laâbi

Abdellatif Laâbi is a poet, novelist, playwright, translator and political activist. He was born in Fez, Morocco in 1942. In 1...

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Translator

André Naffis-Sahely

André Naffis-Sahely is a poet and translator; his translations include the Bottom of the Jar by Abdellatif Laâbi (Archipelago,...

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