I have something in my eye, and yet I go on
I’ve been reading a book about Somalia, and one of my favorite things in it was this poem, which is apparently popular with the Somalian nomads, who have a really hard life. I’ll tell you what I like about it after you read it:
Like a she-camel with a large bell
Come from the plateau and upper Haud,
My heat is great….
One of my she-camels falls on the road
And I protect its meat,
At night I cannot sleep,
And in the daytime I can find no shade.
I have broken my nose on a stick,
I have broken my right hip,
I have something in my eye,
And yet I go on
What I like is that the entire poem is about all these major injuries and hardships, and then it ends on this relatively minor problem of getting something in your eye. I love it when things end on a whimper.
Then again, knowing this poem, it’s probably a sword and a cawing grackle in his eye.
3 years ago