Mahmoud Darwish Poems

It is night and she is lonely
and I am lonely like her,
...

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,
...

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,
...

Wait for her with an azure cup.
Wait for her in the evening at the spring, among perfumed roses.
...

He dreams of white lilies,
an olive branch,
her breasts in evening blossom.
He dreams of a bird, he tells me,
...

Now, as you awaken, remember the swan's
last dance. Did you dance with young angels
...

On a day like this, in a hidden corner
of a church, in full feminine magnificence,
...

Here the birds' journey ends, our journey, the journey of words,
and after us there will be a horizon for the new birds.
...

The sea opens no door before me...
I say my poem
...

and the Galilean women were wet
with butterflies and dew,
dancing above chrysanthemum

The two absent ones: you and I
...