Be my lover between two wars waged in the mirror, she said. I don't want to return now to the fortress of my father's house. Take me to your vineyard. Let me meet your mother. Perfume me with basil water. Arrange me on silver dishes, comb me, imprison me in your name, let love kill me.Mahmoud Darwish
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In the poem by Pablo Neruda, the speaker is arranging his lover (named "Bea") on silver dishes and arranging her to die. The lover is saying that she wants to be with her lover between two wars. She says "between two wars waged in the mirror" and "I don't want to return now to the fortress of my father's house" and she adds that she doesn't want to return home and be imprisoned. She wants her lover to take her away from home and "Let love kill me." The poem is sad, but also beautiful because it shows how much the speaker loves Bea.
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