In a poem published in Arabic last month, Mahmoud Darwish bids Edward Said farewell New York/ November/ Fifth Avenue The sun a plate of shredded metal I asked myself, estranged in the shadow: Is it Babel or Sodom? *** There, on the doorstep of an electric abyss, high as the sky, I met Edward, thirty … Continue reading On Edward Said, by Mahmoud Darwish →