Mahmoud Darwish

((13 March 1941 – 9 August 2008 / Palestinian)

Mahmoud Darwish Poems

81. The Prison Cell 9/3/2013
82. The Promise Of Liberty 4/16/2014
83. The Violins 9/5/2013
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
91. Under Siege 1/13/2003
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
Best Poem of Mahmoud Darwish

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 ...

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Passport

They did not recognize me in the shadows
That suck away my color in this Passport
And to them my wound was an exhibit
For a tourist Who loves to collect photographs
They did not recognize me,
Ah... Don't leave
The palm of my hand without the sun
Because the trees recognize me
Don't leave me pale like the moon!

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