Mahmoud Darwish Poems

Who am I to say to you
what I say to you?
I was not a stone polished by water
and became a face
nor was I a cane punctured by the wind
and became a flute...

I am a dice player,
...

I see what I want in the farm ... right now I see
braids of wheat combed by the wind, and I close my eyes
...

With dynamite she raps her waist…
She explodes…
...

Between Rita and my eyes
There is a rifle
And whoever knows Rita
Kneels and plays
To the divinity in those honey-colored eyes.
And I kissed Rita
...

He embraces his murderer.
May he win his heart: Do you feel angrier if I survive?
...

I have a seat in the abandoned theater
in Beirut. I might forget, and I might recall
the final act without longing … not because of anything
other than that the play was not written
skillfully …
...

I am a woman. No more and no less
I live my life as it is
thread by thread
and I spin my wool to wear, not
to complete Homer's story, or his sun.
...

As you fix your breakfast, think of others. Don't forget to feed the pigeons.
As you fight in your wars, think of others. Don't forget those who desperately demand peace.
As you pay your water bill, think of others who drink the clouds' rain.
...

The enemy who drinks tea in our hovel
has a horse in smoke, a daughter with
...

And we have countries without borders, like our idea
of the unknown, narrow and wide - countries whose maps
...