Mahmoud Darwish Poems

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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A passenger on the bus says…
nothing impresses me.
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It is possible…
It is possible at least sometimes…
It is possible especially now
To ride a horse
Inside a prison cell
And run away…
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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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a country you carry in your pocket
airport to airport, a country
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A dull evening in a rundown village
Eyes half asleep
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A small evening
A neglected village
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Don't apologize for what you've done - I'm saying this
in secret. I say to my personal other:
Here all of your memories are visible:
Midday ennui in a cat's somnolence,
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