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. Cadence Chooses Me 4/15/2014
6. A Song And The Sultan 4/15/2014
7. Mohammed Al Durra 4/15/2014
8. Pride And Fury 4/16/2014
9. Intensive Care Unit 4/16/2014
10. I Will Slog Over This Road 4/15/2014
11. Brand Of Slaves 9/7/2013
12. In Egypt, One Hour Isn'T Like Any Other 4/15/2014
13. The Horse Fell Off The Poem 9/3/2013
14. And They Don'T Ask… 4/15/2014
15. On A Day Like This 4/14/2014
16. If I Were Someone Else On The Road... 4/15/2014
17. Now, As You Awaken… 4/15/2014
18. No Flag Flutters In The Wind 4/14/2014
19. Slain And Unknown… 4/15/2014
20. A Noun Sentence 4/14/2014
21. I Have The Wisdom Of One Condemned… 9/4/2013
22. If I Were Another 9/3/2013
23. He Embraces His Murderer 4/16/2014
24. As He Walks Away 4/16/2014
25. They Would Love To See Me Dead 4/16/2014
26. Psalm Two 4/15/2014
27. The Promise Of Liberty 4/16/2014
28. Mural 9/3/2013
29. The Cypress Broke 9/3/2013
30. Your Night Is Of Lilac 9/3/2013
31. Psalm One 4/15/2014
32. To My End And To Its End... 4/15/2014
33. Nostalgia To The Light 10/28/2013
34. On A Canaaite Rock At The Dead Sea 4/16/2014
35. Bread 4/16/2014
36. Another Day Will Come 4/15/2014
37. Who Am I, Without Exile? 9/3/2013
38. Earth Presses Against Us 4/15/2014
39. Remainder Of A Life 4/16/2014
40. Promises Of The Storm 4/15/2014
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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Psalm 9

O rose beyond the reach of time and of the senses
O kiss enveloped in the scarves of all the winds
surprise me with one dream
that my madness will recoil from you
Recoiling from you
In order to approach you
I discovered time
Approaching you
in order to recoil form you

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