Mahmoud Darwish

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

Psalm Three - Poem by Mahmoud Darwish

On the day when my words
were earth...
I was a friend to stalks of wheat.

On the day when my words
were wrath
I was a friend to chains.
On the day when my words
were stones
I was a friend to streams.
On the day when my words
were a rebellion
I was a friend to earthquakes.
On the day when my words
were bitter apples
I was a friend to the optimist.
But when my words became
honey...
flies covered
my lips! ...


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  • Rookie Barbara Kraemer (6/2/2009 12:10:00 PM)

    when my words became honey... flies covered my lips. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 4, 2013


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