through the graves the wind is blowing

Jag har spenderat eftermiddagen (?) genom att läsa Dalílitteratur. Jag älskar verkligen den mannen. Han var allt jag önskar att jag hade fantasi nog att vara.

but if I could tear his throat,
and spill his blood between my jaws,
and erase his name for good;

don't you know that i would?