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 ...
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!