Category Archives: Mahmoud Darwish

And They Don’t Ask – Mahmoud Darwish

And they don’t ask: What comes after death?  Though more intimate with the book of Paradise  than with accounts of the earth, they’re preoccupied  with another question: What shall we do  before this death? Near to life, we live  and … Continue reading

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And We Have Countries – Mahmoud Darwish

And we have countries without borders, like our idea  of the unknown, narrow and wide – countries whose maps  narrow to a gray tunnel as we walk in them and cry out  in their labyrinths: ‘And still we love you.’  … Continue reading

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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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Pride And Fury -Mahmoud Darwish

O Homeland! O Eagle,  Plunging, through the bars of my cell,  Your fiery beak in my eyes!  All I possess in the presence of death  Is pride and fury.  I have willed that my heart be planted as a tree,  … Continue reading

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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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