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THREE SIDES OF DEATH I

I was the one who planted it, three years ago, the eucalyptus tree whose branch has spread out; its shade has become like me. It lies prostrate within me, confused and pale like me.

I planted it, the eucalyptus tree with its spreading branch. It is life, yet all I have is the embrace of its shadow that looks like me.

I see us as we stand in our extreme nakedness, exulting and seeking refuge in each other. One of us is shade, yet together we are the secret of our shady embrace. My tree is life and its branch which I can see spreading further and further takes me, releases me to the wild. It is life and what am I? Just the one who planted it.

II

I say to the one I love: our meeting will end in a while,

BANIPAL 53 – SUMMER 2015 41

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