I
I know living isn’t an easy thing to do
Or falling in love and singing of your girl
Taking a stroll under the stars at night
Warming up in the sunshine by day
Sneaking out for half a day to take it easy
On top of Istanbul’s loveliest hill
–Countless shades of blue flow in the Bosphorus–
And to forget all in the legions of blue.
II
I know living isn’t an easy thing to do
But look
The bed of a dead man is still warm,
A dead man’s wristwatch is ticking.
Brother, living is no easy affair,
But dying isn’t easy, either.
Leaving the world isn’t easy at all.
translated by Talat S. Halman
Leonard Durso 
Yes, “EASY” not always does it !
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A dead man’s wristwatch is ticking. What a line. Reminded me of the deep dive in simple language that I get reading Transtromer. It looks so simple and smooth and harmless and then–whoosh–you’re in the abyss.
Sometimes the abyss is where you want to be.
So right.