i liked this collection of poems more than “unfortunately, it was paradise”, but as always, darwish has such a way with words that draws me in every time. i also felt like these poems more directly addressed palestine and israeli occupation compared to previous poems i’ve read of his about love and loss. it’s heartbreaking to think about how these poems still apply given current events, and it really emphasizes just how long and bloody this occupation is. 

“the echo has no echo so she becomes the endless scream in the breaking news which was no longer breaking news” — the girl / the scream