Mahmoud Darwish Poems
|81.||The Prison Cell||9/3/2013|
|82.||The Promise Of Liberty||4/16/2014|
|84.||They Would Love To See Me Dead||4/16/2014|
|85.||Think Of Others||9/3/2013|
|86.||Those Who Pass Between Fleeting Words||9/3/2013|
|87.||To A Young Poet||9/3/2013|
|88.||To My End And To Its End...||4/15/2014|
|89.||To My Mother||9/3/2013|
|90.||To Our Land||9/3/2013|
|92.||We Have The Right To Love Autumn||4/16/2014|
|93.||We Journey Towards A Home||4/16/2014|
|94.||Who Am I, Without Exile?||9/3/2013|
|95.||Your Night Is Of Lilac||9/3/2013|
I Come From There
I come from there and I have memories
Born as mortals are, I have a mother
And a house with many windows,
I have brothers, friends,
And a prison cell with a cold window.
Mine is the wave, snatched by sea-gulls,
I have my own view,
And an extra blade of grass.
Mine is the moon at the far edge of the words,
And the bounty of birds,
And the immortal olive tree.
I walked this land before the swords
Turned its living body into a laden table.
I come from there. I render the sky unto her mother
When the sky weeps for her mother.
And I weep ...
O rose beyond the reach of time and of the senses
O kiss enveloped in the scarves of all the winds
surprise me with one dream
that my madness will recoil from you
Recoiling from you
In order to approach you
I discovered time
in order to recoil form you