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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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,
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-Are you tired of walking
my son, are you getting tired?
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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 have the wisdom of one condemned to die,
I possess nothing so nothing can possess me
and have written my will in my own blood:
'O inhabitants of my song: trust in water'
and I sleep pierced and crowned by my tomorrow…
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The Earth is closing on us
pushing us through the last passage
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On a day like this, in a hidden corner
of a church, in full feminine magnificence,
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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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And we, too, have the right to love the last days of autumn and ask:
Is there room in the field for a new autumn, so we may lie down like coals?
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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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