Monthly Archives: January 2016

Rita And The Rifle – Mahmoud Darwish

Between Rita and my eyes  There is a rifle  And whoever knows Rita  Kneels and prays  To the divinity in those honey-colored eyes.  And I kissed Rita  When she was young  And I remember how she approached  And how my … Continue reading

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The Pigeons Fly – Mahmoud Darwish

The pigeons fly,  the pigeons come down…  Prepare a place for me to rest.  I love you unto weariness,  your morning is fruit for songs  and this evening is precious gold  the shadows are strong as marble.  When I see … Continue reading

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The Prison Cell – Mahmoud Darwish

It is possible…  It is possible at least sometimes…  It is possible especially now  To ride a horse  Inside a prison cell  And run away…  It is possible for prison walls  To disappear,  For the cell to become a distant … Continue reading

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The Owl’s Night – Mahmoud Darwish

Here is a present that yesterday doesn’t touch…  When we reached  the last of the trees we noticed that we  were no longer able to notice. When  we looked at the trucks. We saw absence  heaping up its selected things … Continue reading

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To My Mother – Mahmoud Darwish

I long for my mother’s bread  My mother’s coffee  Her touch  Childhood memories grow up in me  Day after day  I must be worth my life  At the hour of my death  Worth the tears of my mother.  And if … Continue reading

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We Journey Towards A Home – Mahmoud Darwish

We journey towards a home not of our flesh. Its chestnut trees are not of our bones.  Its rocks are not like goats in the mountain hymn. The pebbles’ eyes are not lilies.  We journey towards a home that does … Continue reading

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For A Virgin And Child By Hans Memmelinck – Dante Gabriel Rossetti

(In the Academy of Bruges)  MYSTERY: God, man’s life, born into man  Of woman. There abideth on her brow  The ended pang of knowledge, the which now  Is calm assured. Since first her task began  She hath known all. What … Continue reading

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