Lyrics of Life
Poetry is untranslatable, like the whole art.
1 अप्रैल 2024
The morning after / my death
I know flowers shine strongerthan the sun
their eclipse means the end of times
but I love flowers for their treachery
their fragile bodies
grace my imagination’s avenues
without their presence
my mind would be an unmarked
grave.
—
Etel Adnan
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