Mahmoud Darwish

(13 March 1941 – 9 August 2008 / Palestinian)

Mahmoud Darwish Poems

1. Other Berbers Will Come 4/16/2014
2. Psalm Four 4/15/2014
3. Neighing At The Slope 4/15/2014
4. I Remember Elsayyab… 4/15/2014
5. A Song And The Sultan 4/15/2014
6. Mohammed Al Durra 4/15/2014
7. Intensive Care Unit 4/16/2014
8. In Egypt, One Hour Isn'T Like Any Other 4/15/2014
9. I Will Slog Over This Road 4/15/2014
10. Brand Of Slaves 9/7/2013
11. The Horse Fell Off The Poem 9/3/2013
12. I Have A Seat In The Abandoned Theater 9/3/2013
13. And They Don'T Ask… 4/15/2014
14. If I Were Someone Else On The Road... 4/15/2014
15. Slain And Unknown… 4/15/2014
16. No Flag Flutters In The Wind 4/14/2014
17. A Noun Sentence 4/14/2014
18. I Have The Wisdom Of One Condemned… 9/4/2013
19. If I Were Another 9/3/2013
20. He Embraces His Murderer 4/16/2014
21. Now, As You Awaken… 4/15/2014
22. They Would Love To See Me Dead 4/16/2014
23. The Promise Of Liberty 4/16/2014
24. The Cypress Broke 9/3/2013
25. Your Night Is Of Lilac 9/3/2013
26. Nostalgia To The Light 10/28/2013
27. On A Canaaite Rock At The Dead Sea 4/16/2014
28. Bread 4/16/2014
29. Another Day Will Come 4/15/2014
30. A Man And A Fawn Play Together In A Garden… 4/15/2014
31. The Owl's Night 4/15/2014
32. Defiance 4/15/2014
33. Ahmad Al-Za'Tar 9/5/2013
34. The Pigeons Fly 4/15/2014
35. We Journey Towards A Home 4/16/2014
36. Pride And Fury 4/16/2014
37. We Have The Right To Love Autumn 4/16/2014
38. The Exiles Don'T Look Back… 4/15/2014
39. Cadence Chooses Me 4/15/2014
40. On Man 9/5/2013
Best Poem of Mahmoud Darwish

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 ...

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Under Siege

Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time
Close to the gardens of broken shadows,
We do what prisoners do,
And what the jobless do:
We cultivate hope.

A country preparing for dawn. We grow less intelligent
For we closely watch the hour of victory:

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