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Bird Trails.

"That Life

I’m going to see how they died
going toward that wreckage
going to see them there
tranquil on the hill of engagement

Dear Wednesday’s narcissus, what time is it
what death is it
what planet in the widow’s hand
five or three?

Her dress was blooming
we were
neglected flowers on her dress

Dear women’s thresholds, how much is a lifetime
what time is a river
how many daggers in the blood
of the whirling storm
five or three?

We let the city play
and rolled our widespread shrouds shut

I’m going to see how they died
going toward that wreckage
going to see their death
hills of the north
wind-rise of the south
I’m going to call them by their names"

--Ghassan Zaqtan (tr Fady Joudah)

In Constant Motion.

"Champing the darkness through the narrow lanes,
Thick set with thorns: on, on unto a land
Of hungry pitfalls, and all-gulphing night."

--J Stanyan Bigg

In Burrator Woods.