A farewell feast
My friends are always preparing a farewell feast for me, A soothing grave in the shade of oak trees
A marble epitaph of time
And always I anticipate them at the funeral:
Who then has died...who?
From Under Siege
Mahmoud Darwish, buried today in Ramallah
Labels: Palestine
posted by Nell @ 8:07 PM
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2 Comments:
When I first saw this I thought it would be nice if someone said something like that when I died. But he wrote that himself.
I am no poet so a haiku will have to do.
autumn, spoke truth only
hurt others him much more
watch out for acorns
watch out for walnuts
HA!
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