Monthly Archives: February 2016

Another Day Will Come – Mahmoud Darwish

Another day will come, a womanly day diaphanous in metaphor, complete in being, diamond and processional in visitation, sunny, flexible, with a light shadow. No one will feel a desire for suicide or for leaving. All  things, outside the past, … 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 I … Continue reading

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Palestine – Mahmoud Darwish 

This land gives us all that makes life worth living: April’s blushing advances, the aroma of bread at dawn, a woman’s haranguing of men, the poetry of Aeschylus, love’s trembling beginning, moss on a stone mothers dancing on a flute’s … Continue reading

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Senses – Rabindranath Tagore

Deliverance is not for me in renunciation.  I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.  Thou ever pourest for me the fresh draught of thy wine of various  colours and fragrance, filling this earthen vessel to … Continue reading

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Still Heart – Rabindranath Tagore

When I give up the helm  I know that the time has come for thee to take it.  What there is to do will be instantly done.  Vain is this struggle.  Then take away your hands  and silently put up … Continue reading

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Paper Boats – Rabindranath Tagore

Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the running  stream.  In bid black letters I write my name on them and the name of  the village where I live.  I hope that someone in some … Continue reading

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Lucy – Poems

I.  STRANGE fits of passion have I known:  And I will dare to tell,  But in the lover’s ear alone,  What once to me befell.  When she I loved look’d every day  Fresh as a rose in June,  I to … Continue reading

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