Beni Hassan by Louis MacNeice

It came to me on the Nile my passport lied
Calling me dark who am grey. In the brown cliff
A row of tombs, of portholes, stared and stared as if
They were the long-dead eyes of beasts inside
Time's cage, black eyes on eyes that stared away
Lion-like focussed on some different day
On which, on a long-term view, it was I, not they, had died.



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