The Last Tremble Of Fantine Poem by Freeyad Ibrahim

Her whole being quivered
As though at the unfolding
of ivisibble wings
And shivered.
No one, seeing her,
could suppose that this was
the case of desperate illness,
of which she might
never be recovered.
She was more like a being
about to take flight,
and flutter with her wings,
than one about to die,
Quite a mystrious sight!
When we reach out to
pluck a flower,
the stem trembles,
Seeming both to shrink
and to offer itself.
The human body
as whole,
has something of this tremor
at the moment
when the mysterious hand
of death
reaches out to pluck
A soul...!


Freyad Hugo
Heerenveen,
September,2021