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Elegy

The fall of every leaf diminishes me,
so when I hear a rustle
I send my eyes out of the window
to look at the trees in the yard.
Alas! where there were woods,
now I see flag-poles standing.
Men have swept nature’s nest away
to build their cities.
The melody of the nightingale
has lost its immortality
and I am sitting on a dead land,
writing my elegy in the sand.

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About the translation:
Poet:
Bewketu Seyoum
Translator:
Chris Beckett
Original language:
Amharic
Issue:
Series 3 No.10 - The Big Green Issue

About the author

Bewketu Seyoum

Original poet

Bewketu Seyoum

Bewketu Seyoum is a popular young Ethiopian poet and writer. He has published two much-acclaimed collections of poems in Amhar...

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Chris Beckett

Translator

Chris Beckett

Chris Beckett grew up in Ethiopia and his translations of contemporary Amharic poets such as Bewketu Seyoum and Zewdu Milikit...

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Comment

Firezewed

8th Aug 2012

I love to listen Bewketu's poems again and again in Amharic. I wish I had a little rhetoric drop in to my mind from God as him. I really wish him good health and more poets. And thanks to Chris as well his wonderful job. Well-done guys.

Melbourne

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