poet Mahmoud Darwish

Mahmoud Darwish

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I Will Slog Over This Road

I will slog over this endless road to its end.
Until my heart stops, I will slog over this endless, endless road
with nothing to lose but the dust, what has died in me, and a row of palms
pointing toward what vanishes. I wil pass the row of palms.
The wound does not need its poet to paint the blood of death like a pomegranate!
On the roof of neighing, I will cut thirty openings for meaning
so that you may end one trail only so as to begin another.
Whether this earth comes to an end or not, we'll slog over this endless road.
More tense than a bow. Our steps, be arrows. Where were we a moment ago?
Shall we join, in a while, the first arrow? The spinning wind whirled us.
So, what do you say?
I say: I will slog over this endless road to its end and my own

Translated By Munir Akash and Carolyn Forche

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 15, 2014

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  • Dr Tony BrahminDr Tony Brahmin (5/3/2019 10:31:00 AM)

    I will slog over this endless road to its end.
    Until my heart stops, I will slog over this endless, endless road
    with nothing to lose but the dust, a very fine poem

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (5/3/2019 9:17:00 AM)

    Over this road! !

    Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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  • Kumarmani MahakulKumarmani Mahakul (5/3/2019 9:14:00 AM)

    This poem by Mahmoud Darwish and translated by Munir Akash and Carolyn Forche is a beautiful poem with lofty theme.

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  • Julia Luber (5/3/2019 3:53:00 AM)

    HAs some sophisticated earthy complexity to it.

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  • Mahtab BangaleeMahtab Bangalee (5/3/2019 1:02:00 AM)

    For the dust
    one day
    this slogging will stop its working hard

    dust has died
    into this body
    since long ago

    so; none can avoid
    this dust; .............///

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