Excerpt from The Human Clay

by

Ilya Abu Madi


Are my tears vinegar and yours honey? Is my weeping humiliation, your moaning dominion?

Do you think you are strong, while the mosquito feeds on your cheeks ignoring the sword in your hand?

Are you powerful? Then command sleep as it overcomes you to withdraw from your eyelids at night;

The high palace you built will collapse, the garment you wove will unravel.



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