Mahmoud Darwish

(13 March 1941 – 9 August 2008 / Palestinian)

Mahmoud Darwish Poems

1. A Lover From Palestine 9/5/2013
2. A Man And A Fawn Play Together In A Garden… 4/15/2014
3. A Noun Sentence 4/14/2014
4. A Rhyme For The Odes (Mu'Allaqat) 4/15/2014
5. A Soldier Dreams Of White Lilies 9/5/2013
6. A Song And The Sultan 4/15/2014
7. A Traveller 9/3/2013
8. Ahmad Al-Za'Tar 9/5/2013
9. And They Don'T Ask… 4/15/2014
10. And We Have Countries … 4/15/2014
11. Another Day Will Come 4/15/2014
12. As He Walks Away 4/16/2014
13. Brand Of Slaves 9/7/2013
14. Bread 4/16/2014
15. Cadence Chooses Me 4/15/2014
16. Defiance 4/15/2014
17. Diary Of A Palestinian Wound 9/5/2013
18. Don'T Apologize For What You'Ve Done 9/4/2013
19. Earth Poem 4/16/2014
20. Earth Presses Against Us 4/15/2014
21. He Embraces His Murderer 4/16/2014
22. He Is Quiet And So Am I 4/15/2014
23. Here The Birds' Journey Ends 4/16/2014
24. Hope 9/7/2013
25. I Am Yusuf Oh Father 9/3/2013
26. I Belong There 4/14/2014
27. I Come From There 1/13/2003
28. I Didn'T Apologize To The Well… 4/15/2014
29. I Have A Seat In The Abandoned Theater 9/3/2013
30. I Have The Wisdom Of One Condemned… 9/4/2013
31. I Remember Elsayyab… 4/15/2014
32. I See What I Want 4/16/2014
33. I Will Slog Over This Road 4/15/2014
34. Identity Card 9/3/2013
35. If I Were Another 9/3/2013
36. If I Were Someone Else On The Road... 4/15/2014
37. If You Find Yourself Alone 4/14/2014
38. In Egypt, One Hour Isn'T Like Any Other 4/15/2014
39. In Her Absence I Created Her Image 9/3/2013
40. In Jerusalem 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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The Dice Player

Who am I to say to you
what I say to you?
I was not a stone polished by water
and became a face
nor was I a cane punctured by the wind
and became a flute...

I am a dice player,
Sometimes I win and sometimes I lose

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