Mahmoud Darwish Poems

So, we are who we are, as the Mississippi flows,
and what remains from yesterday is still ours-
but the color of the sky has changed,
the sea to the East has changed.
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If I were told:
By evening you will die,
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It is night and she is lonely
and I am lonely like her,
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This road takes me; a horse guiding a horseman
A traveler like me cannot look back
I have walked far enough to know
where autumn begins:
there, behind the river,
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Don't say to me:
Would I were a seller of bread in Algiers
That I might sing with a rebel.
Don't say to me:
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He dreams of white lilies,
an olive branch,
her breasts in evening blossom.
He dreams of a bird, he tells me,
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I long for my mother's bread
My mother's coffee
Her touch
Childhood memories grow up in me
Day after day
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Here the birds' journey ends, our journey, the journey of words,
and after us there will be a horizon for the new birds.
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They gagged his mouth,
Bound his hands to the rock of the dead
And said: Murderer!
They took his food, clothes and banners,
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and the Galilean women were wet
with butterflies and dew,
dancing above chrysanthemum

The two absent ones: you and I
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