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Scale 1:500

My wall is loosening; honey-bees,

Come build in the empty house of the stare.


-Yeats (From ‘Meditations in Time of Civil War’, 1928)


A box of stone

where the living and dead move in the dry clay

like bees captive in a honeycomb of a hive

and each time the siege tightens

they go on a flower hunger strike

and ask the sea to indicate the emergency exit


-Mahmoud Darwish, ‘Mural’, 2008



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