Mahmoud Darwish Poems

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…
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And we have countries without borders, like our idea
of the unknown, narrow and wide - countries whose maps
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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,
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Rome is skin to us as if imposed fate
Its name is branded on our backs yet
As prisoners' numbers and scourges that's Rome
Rome dismantles our brands under her want
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I will slog over this endless road to its end.
Until my heart stops, I will slog over this endless, endless road
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Wait for her with an azure cup.
Wait for her in the evening at the spring, among perfumed roses.
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The Earth is closing on us
pushing us through the last passage
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Don't apologize for what you've done - I'm saying this
in secret. I say to my personal other:
Here all of your memories are visible:
Midday ennui in a cat's somnolence,
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On a day like this, in a hidden corner
of a church, in full feminine magnificence,
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A small evening
A neglected village
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