Mahmoud Darwish Poems

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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No one guided me to myself. I am the guide
Between desert and sea, I am my own guide to myself.
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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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On a day like this, in a hidden corner
of a church, in full feminine magnificence,
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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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It is night and she is lonely
and I am lonely like her,
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I didn't apologize to the well as I passed by it.
I borrowed a cloud from an ancient pine and squeezed it
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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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To our land,
and it is the one near the word of god,
a ceiling of clouds
To our land,
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