escape the face of death?
Death is the sea,
the mountain, the breeze,
it blooms in fragments of love
and is crowned in every wedding the seasons tend.
Where can death go
to escape the face of man?
Man is the sea,
the mountain, the breeze,
he blooms in fragments of love
and is crowned in every wedding the seasons tend.
In nature's prison cell
they find themselves neighbors,
are forced to become fast friends:
death, and man.
--- Najwan Darwish
(Poetry collection No One Will Know You Tomorrow: Selected Poems, 2014–2024, translated into English by Kareem James Abu-Zeid)
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