“Be absolute for death; either death or life
Shall thereby be the sweeter.”
Act III, scene 1, line 4.
Measure for Measure by William Shakespeare
I am at peace with thee death,
I shall bear with thine clawed fist,
Unless thou art not the black milk at day’s break
Unless thou art not a master, from somewhere,
Thine eyes blue, thou art finger on trigger.
‘A tree like tower, a palm laden –full, -
And when the grave is not dug in the air.
Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
February 15,2014.
Hinh-nen-mua-5 @ Hatay.edu.vn
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