Seifu Metaferia
Translated from the Amharic by Alemu Tebeje & Chris Beckett
They say “come here! go there!”
with a gun
to emphasize their words
“just drive me, please!” they say
mixing polite and threatening
because they like to blur distinctions —
the powerful
yes, life itself is a cold draught
but once upon a time our earth was ours
one unit, whole
not cut up in a thousand pieces
not spoiled like she is now
before things got so messed up
she was just herself
and hugged us all no matter
if our skin was black or white
from the book SONGS WE LEARN FROM TREES / Carcanet
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"Seifu Metaferia is an Ethiopan literary giant in the shape of a small elderly poet, professor and researcher of oral/children’s poetry. In his house in Addis Ababa, he read me some poems, including A World...: not a difficult poem to translate, no tricky constructions or ambiguous word plays, Seifu simply picks his target and shoots from the hip! Written many years ago, the poem’s exposition of how power forces and cajoles feels completely relevant today."

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