I’m feeling sleepy and lazy tonight, so I’m going to grace my blog with this beautiful poem by a Senagalese poet called Annette M’Baye d’Erneville. The poem is called Requiem.
To Adrienne d’Erneville who did not return
Your final bed was not adorned with roses
Your shroud was neither white silk nor maternal cloth
No perfumed water bathed your body
And your tresses were not arranged with a comb of gold.
You spoke your fear of the giant bird!
You believed the fork tongue and evil eye!
Who could have thought, seeing you so beautiful,
That you were dressing for Lady Death?
Embrace of the night? Kiss of the early morning?
The sand of the desert has cast your curves
And burned them to a powder.
Just so you know, I did try to find an online biography or information about the poet, or links to more of her poems, but I didn’t have any luck. If anyone has any leads, please comment and let me know.