How Poem by Hussein Barghouthi

How often had I said: stay mine! !
How mine you were often, and often opposed me, and the memories estranged you
And the midnight trains in my soul,
And rivers without water, haunted by diaspora

How often had I said: stay mine I was snatched
by deviations - life is devourment
you bend, like a statue on the water eroded by
the moment of sun,
and over his stone forehead; doves land
and a mystic sword of memory lands in his back,
and it sleeps of weariness, and utterance awakes it.