Mahmoud Darwish Poems
|81.||He Embraces His Murderer||4/16/2014|
|82.||Silence For Gaza||4/15/2014|
|83.||The Prison Cell||9/3/2013|
|85.||A Lover From Palestine||9/5/2013|
|86.||The Dice Player||9/3/2013|
|87.||No More And No Less||9/3/2013|
|88.||He Is Quiet And So Am I||4/15/2014|
|89.||A Man And A Fawn Play Together In A Garden…||4/15/2014|
|95.||I Come From There||1/13/2003|
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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 ...
They did not recognize me in the shadows
That suck away my color in this Passport
And to them my wound was an exhibit
For a tourist Who loves to collect photographs
They did not recognize me,
Ah... Don't leave
The palm of my hand without the sun
Because the trees recognize me
Don't leave me pale like the moon!