Embrace

‘Confused, wet through, My hands, torn reaching to embrace mountains’ This is the opening of the title poem of Najwan Darwish’s award-winning collection, translated by Atef Alshaer and Paul Batchelor. In the introduction, Alshaer talks about Darwish’s work as ‘compelling’ yet also ‘inexplicable’. Feeling, ‘at once immediate, honest, and somehow ‘incongruous’. Indeed, this collection is full of startling imagery, seeming discordant, perhaps because its often leaps out of nowhere and back into nothing. But the more you read, the more harmonious the imagery becomes – both within the structure of the poems to which it belongs, and to the interior landscape of the collection as a whole.

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