Tuesday, December 17, 2024

( me / via )

"At the end, the book should restate its themes and moods then do something absolutely, unforgivably unlike itself, in the same gesture."

Palestine
has vanished from your poetry
stone by stone
Palestine
as nearer fires stain
the darkness of entropy
Palestine
has vanished
from your poetry

Terms of reproach against the winter wind.

"And all our vineyards, fallows, meads, and hedges,
Defective in their natures, grow to wildness."

--"Henry V" via

We can certainly try.

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