Mahmoud Darwish

((13 March 1941 – 9 August 2008 / Palestinian)

I didn't apologize to the well…


I didn't apologize to the well as I passed by it.
I borrowed a cloud from an ancient pine and squeezed it
like an orange. I waited for a mythical white deer.
I instructed my heart in patience: Be neutral, as though
you were not a part of me. Here, good shepherds
stood on air and invented the flute and enticed
mountain partridges into their traps. Here, I saddled
a horse for flight to my personal planets, and flew.
And here, a fortuneteller told me: Beware of asphalt roads
and automobiles, ride on your sigh. Here, I loosened
my shadow and waited. I selected the smallest stone
and stood wakefully by it. I broke apart a myth
and got broken myself. I circled the well until
I flew out of myself to what I'm not. And a voice
from deep in the well spoke to me: This grave
is not yours. And so I apologized. I read verses
from the wise Qur'an and said to the anonymous presence
in the well: Peace be with you and the day
you were killed in the land of peace and with the day
you'll rise from the well's darkness
and live…

Submitted: Tuesday, April 15, 2014

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