Mahmoud Darwish Poems

And we have countries without borders, like our idea
of the unknown, narrow and wide - countries whose maps
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With dynamite she raps her waist…
She explodes…
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Rome is skin to us as if imposed fate
Its name is branded on our backs yet
As prisoners' numbers and scourges that's Rome
Rome dismantles our brands under her want
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I will slog over this endless road to its end.
Until my heart stops, I will slog over this endless, endless road
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The Earth is closing on us
pushing us through the last passage
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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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A small evening
A neglected village
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I long for my mother's bread
My mother's coffee
Her touch
Childhood memories grow up in me
Day after day
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This land gives us
all that makes life worth living:
April's blushing advances,
the aroma of bread at dawn,
a woman's haranguing of men,
the poetry of Aeschylus,
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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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