I was walking down a slope and thinking to myself: HowThe original is in The Butterfly’s Burden (2007), by Copper Canyon Press.
do the narrators disagree over what light said about a stone?
Is it from a dimly lit stone that wars flare up?
Thursday, 11 October 2012
A fine poem on the subject of Jersualem by Darwish (transl. Fady Joudah). The whole thing is here, and I don't want to trespass on the poet's copyright by reproducing it on my blog, except to say that I was especially struck by these lines: