Here the birds' journey ends

- Mahmoud Darwish (Translated from the Arabic by Fady Joudah)

Here the birds journey ends, our journey, the journey of words, and after us there will be a horizon for the new birds. We are the ones who force the sky's copper, the sy that will carve roads after us and make amends with our names above the distant cloud slopes. Soon we will descent the widow's descent in the memory fields and raise our tent to the final winds: blow, for th epoem to live, and blow on the poem's open road. After us, the plants will grow and grow over roads only we have walked and our obstinate steps inaugerated. And we will etch on the final rocks, "Long live life, long live life," and fall into ourselves. And after us there'll be a horizon for the new birds.