Rubaiyat

From a poem entitled Rubaiyat by Mahmoud Darwish:

10.

I see what I want of death: I love, and my chest splits
for a horse of Eros that leaps out of it white, running over clouds
and flying on endless vapor, circling the eternal blue …
So do not stop me from dying, do not bring me back to a star of dust

11.

I see what I want of blood: I have seen the murdered
address the murderer who bullet-lit his heart: From now on
you shall remember only me. I, too, murdered you idly, and from now on
you shall remember only me … you won’t bear the roses of spring

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