the son of the captured land died...

Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish died at age of 67, after an open heart surgery in Houston, Texas.



Mr. Darwish was known as palestinian resistance poet.


two poems by Mr. Darwish...



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 to make myself known

To a returning cloud.

I learnt all the words worthy of the court of blood

So that I could break the rule.

I learnt all the words and broke them up

To make a single word: Homeland.....







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Her eyes are Palestinian

Her name is Palestinian

Her dress and sorrow Palestinian

Her kerchief, her feet and body Palestinian

Her words and silence Palestinian

Her voice PalestinianHer birth and her death Palestinian