Psalm Three Poem by Mahmoud Darwish

Psalm Three

Rating: 3.3


On the day when my words
were earth...
I was a friend to stalks of wheat.

On the day when my words
were wrath
I was a friend to chains.
On the day when my words
were stones
I was a friend to streams.
On the day when my words
were a rebellion
I was a friend to earthquakes.
On the day when my words
were bitter apples
I was a friend to the optimist.
But when my words became
honey...
flies covered
my lips! ...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Barbara Kraemer 02 June 2009

when my words became honey... flies covered my lips.

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