Mahmoud Darwish

(13 March 1941 – 9 August 2008 / Palestinian)

Mahmoud Darwish Poems

1. Other Berbers Will Come 4/16/2014
2. Psalm Four 4/15/2014
3. On A Day Like This 4/14/2014
4. And They Don'T Ask… 4/15/2014
5. Slain And Unknown… 4/15/2014
6. A Noun Sentence 4/14/2014
7. I Have The Wisdom Of One Condemned… 9/4/2013
8. Psalm Two 4/15/2014
9. They Would Love To See Me Dead 4/16/2014
10. The Promise Of Liberty 4/16/2014
11. The Cypress Broke 9/3/2013
12. To My End And To Its End... 4/15/2014
13. On A Canaaite Rock At The Dead Sea 4/16/2014
14. Cadence Chooses Me 4/15/2014
15. I Remember Elsayyab… 4/15/2014
16. Another Day Will Come 4/15/2014
17. Bread 4/16/2014
18. Remainder Of A Life 4/16/2014
19. A Song And The Sultan 4/15/2014
20. A Man And A Fawn Play Together In A Garden… 4/15/2014
21. Sonnet V 4/14/2014
22. The Owl's Night 4/15/2014
23. The Pigeons Fly 4/15/2014
24. We Journey Towards A Home 4/16/2014
25. Brand Of Slaves 9/7/2013
26. The Horse Fell Off The Poem 9/3/2013
27. The Exiles Don'T Look Back… 4/15/2014
28. We Have The Right To Love Autumn 4/16/2014
29. Neighing At The Slope 4/15/2014
30. If I Were Someone Else On The Road... 4/15/2014
31. The Violins 9/5/2013
32. To A Young Poet 9/3/2013
33. No Flag Flutters In The Wind 4/14/2014
34. As He Walks Away 4/16/2014
35. Strangers' Walk 4/15/2014
36. Think Of Others 9/3/2013
37. A Rhyme For The Odes (Mu'Allaqat) 4/15/2014
38. Nostalgia To The Light 10/28/2013
39. On Wishes 9/5/2013
40. In Egypt, One Hour Isn'T Like Any Other 4/15/2014
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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Mural

This is your name -
a woman said,
and vanished through the winding corridor
There I see heaven within reach.
The wing of a white dove carries me
towards another childhood. And I never dreamt
that I was dreaming. Everything is real.
I knew I was casting myself aside . . .
and flew. I shall become what I will

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