Mahmoud Darwish

(13 March 1941 – 9 August 2008 / Palestinian)

Mahmoud Darwish Poems

1. Other Berbers Will Come 4/16/2014
2. I Remember Elsayyab… 4/15/2014
3. Cadence Chooses Me 4/15/2014
4. Psalm Four 4/15/2014
5. Neighing At The Slope 4/15/2014
6. A Song And The Sultan 4/15/2014
7. Pride And Fury 4/16/2014
8. Intensive Care Unit 4/16/2014
9. Mohammed Al Durra 4/15/2014
10. I Will Slog Over This Road 4/15/2014
11. Brand Of Slaves 9/7/2013
12. The Horse Fell Off The Poem 9/3/2013
13. I Have A Seat In The Abandoned Theater 9/3/2013
14. On A Day Like This 4/14/2014
15. And They Don'T Ask… 4/15/2014
16. No Flag Flutters In The Wind 4/14/2014
17. A Noun Sentence 4/14/2014
18. Now, As You Awaken… 4/15/2014
19. I Have The Wisdom Of One Condemned… 9/4/2013
20. He Embraces His Murderer 4/16/2014
21. As He Walks Away 4/16/2014
22. The Promise Of Liberty 4/16/2014
23. The Cypress Broke 9/3/2013
24. Your Night Is Of Lilac 9/3/2013
25. To My End And To Its End... 4/15/2014
26. I Didn'T Apologize To The Well… 4/15/2014
27. On A Canaaite Rock At The Dead Sea 4/16/2014
28. Bread 4/16/2014
29. Another Day Will Come 4/15/2014
30. A Man And A Fawn Play Together In A Garden… 4/15/2014
31. I See What I Want 4/16/2014
32. We Journey Towards A Home 4/16/2014
33. Ahmad Al-Za'Tar 9/5/2013
34. In Egypt, One Hour Isn'T Like Any Other 4/15/2014
35. The Exiles Don'T Look Back… 4/15/2014
36. We Have The Right To Love Autumn 4/16/2014
37. It Is Night And She Is Lonely… 4/15/2014
38. If I Were Someone Else On The Road... 4/15/2014
39. The Violins 9/5/2013
40. To A Young Poet 9/3/2013
Best Poem of Mahmoud Darwish

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 ...

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Under Siege

Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time
Close to the gardens of broken shadows,
We do what prisoners do,
And what the jobless do:
We cultivate hope.

A country preparing for dawn. We grow less intelligent
For we closely watch the hour of victory:

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