I don’t mind,
when I look,
absent-mindedly,
from the edge of fifty –
the commotion of pedestrians on a wide street,
down there,
where the shops are,
the taxicabs,
a bunch of students and workers and the unemployed,
policemen,
fathers who are looking for a safe place
in which to keep the pleasures of seeking,
the hardships of seeking,
day by day,
until the seeking day is over,
and the shortest among them,
the most short-lived,
finds refuge in a night of doubts and suspicion.
I don’t mind,
at sunset,
men who drag the disappointments of hardships into lit houses
with the fever of hope
alone
if there is any hope left
And I don’t mind –
when I look,
absent-mindedly –
days I should have lived,
or the shadow I used to be should have lived,
or the person who was for years in my company
And years elapse
like a silent dialogue
like a speeding bus
ahead of me
filled with those who live without me, here
or there
As if these were the memories of the person
I’ve always wanted to be
As if these were memories I’ve read in a book
which I then lost
a book borrowed by a friend then lost
or
maybe I sold it to a book peddler
a basket weaver
who will carry it to the end of the world
and barter it for a loaf of bread
a drink
a warm cup of soup
And I don’t mind
when I look
absent-mindedly
at me
the one who doesn’t mind
For I don’t care what happens metres away
miles away
cities
and seas
and tales
away from the gate of my absent-mindedness
Translated by Anton Shammas
From the poet’s collection of the same title
Tafseer Al-Rukham, [The Interpretation of Marble], Beirut, 2006.
Bassam Hajjar will be reading at the Ledbury Poetry Festival on Saturday 7 July at 2.30pm. For more information click here
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