Mahmoud Darwish

(13 March 1941 – 9 August 2008 / Palestinian)

Mahmoud Darwish Poems

1. Cadence Chooses Me 4/15/2014
2. Psalm Four 4/15/2014
3. A Song And The Sultan 4/15/2014
4. Intensive Care Unit 4/16/2014
5. I Will Slog Over This Road 4/15/2014
6. Brand Of Slaves 9/7/2013
7. In Egypt, One Hour Isn'T Like Any Other 4/15/2014
8. The Horse Fell Off The Poem 9/3/2013
9. I Have A Seat In The Abandoned Theater 9/3/2013
10. And They Don'T Ask… 4/15/2014
11. Other Berbers Will Come 4/16/2014
12. As He Walks Away 4/16/2014
13. Psalm Two 4/15/2014
14. He Embraces His Murderer 4/16/2014
15. Now, As You Awaken… 4/15/2014
16. Psalm One 4/15/2014
17. The Cypress Broke 9/3/2013
18. Your Night Is Of Lilac 9/3/2013
19. To My End And To Its End... 4/15/2014
20. On A Canaaite Rock At The Dead Sea 4/16/2014
21. Neighing At The Slope 4/15/2014
22. I Remember Elsayyab… 4/15/2014
23. Earth Presses Against Us 4/15/2014
24. Remainder Of A Life 4/16/2014
25. Promises Of The Storm 4/15/2014
26. A Man And A Fawn Play Together In A Garden… 4/15/2014
27. Sonnet V 4/14/2014
28. The Owl's Night 4/15/2014
29. I See What I Want 4/16/2014
30. The Pigeons Fly 4/15/2014
31. We Have The Right To Love Autumn 4/16/2014
32. The Exiles Don'T Look Back… 4/15/2014
33. It Is Night And She Is Lonely… 4/15/2014
34. On Man 9/5/2013
35. To A Young Poet 9/3/2013
36. If You Find Yourself Alone 4/14/2014
37. No Flag Flutters In The Wind 4/14/2014
38. A Noun Sentence 4/14/2014
39. Slain And Unknown… 4/15/2014
40. If I Were Another 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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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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