He died after I tried to. I'm here and he is gone. D.S. Waldman revisits the space between his own near-death and the death of his brother, drawing on a trio of poems to better understand the narrow threshold that only one of them crossed.
While I struggled to find Persian words for Trías's tales of quiet loss, the air outside was thick with the scent of gunpowder and the final breaths of a generation.
