Mahmoud Darwish Poems

I see what I want in the farm ... right now I see
braids of wheat combed by the wind, and I close my eyes
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And we have countries without borders, like our idea
of the unknown, narrow and wide - countries whose maps
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I will slog over this endless road to its end.
Until my heart stops, I will slog over this endless, endless road
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I am Yousuf, O father.
O father, my brothers do not love me nor want me among them.
They assault me and throw stones and words at me
They want me to die so they can eulogize me.
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The Earth is closing on us
pushing us through the last passage
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Rome is skin to us as if imposed fate
Its name is branded on our backs yet
As prisoners' numbers and scourges that's Rome
Rome dismantles our brands under her want
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So, we are who we are, as the Mississippi flows,
and what remains from yesterday is still ours-
but the color of the sky has changed,
the sea to the East has changed.
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I long for my mother's bread
My mother's coffee
Her touch
Childhood memories grow up in me
Day after day
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To our land,
and it is the one near the word of god,
a ceiling of clouds
To our land,
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Still there is on thy saucers remains of honey
Kick out the flies so that you can protect the honey
Still there is on their vines clusters of grapes
O, guarders of vines, drive foxes out,
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