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Ben Younes Majen
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My Moon
Shapeless moon peeping through the foggy night
Behind a veil of smoke sweeping the bald atmosphere
The moon stood there looking at me pitilessly
Besieged me with its beam
And casts its shadows on the silence of the sea
Although crescent moons do not fade easily
They bleed over; like a weeping child picture on my walls
Sometimes I would drift into a tumultuous illusion
And wait impatiently for that distant dream
But my moon is not just an ocean of pale rays
Is an archipelago of thousands of islands
Peering down at my frozen sphere
Drowning me in the darkness of my solitude
That moon belongs to me
I saw it first in my utopia
I painted a new star on its rainbow.
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Biography:
Ben Younes Majen was born in 1946 in Oujda, Eastern Morocco. In 1968 he left Morocco for France as a contracted manual worker. He then moved from Paris to London in 1970, where he is currently living and working for the British Library in the Arabic and Turkish Section. B.Y. Majen has published nine collections of poetry. He writes in Arabic, French and English. He holds a MA in translation studies from the University of Westminster in London. Prize Winner 2006 of Naji Naaman’s Honour Prize for Complete Works, for his Arabic-written Hatta Yahda’al Ghubar. Gambits in Silent Corridors is his last published collection of poetry. Learn more about the poet on his personal site www.majen.org
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Ben Younes Majen (England) (01/05/2008)
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