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.....
Mahmoud Darwish
My internet connection drives me crazy, such a perfect time for server downtime [sigh] ... just when I feel something about to explode in my chest and I need to look for more information about the subject. It's a deep sorrow, something I couldn't understand, more complicated than my personal pain. I couldn't say a word hearing the Poet passed away two days ago.
Darwish is one of Poets I admire for his dedication and his contribution for his Nation. It's really a huge contribution: he brought unity feeling of a Nation more than ever to the Palestinians, and he stood up not just for his homeland but for defending the rights of people to be free from any degradation, violence, crime against humanity.
I admire him... sometimes reading his poems in late of night, being touched and pray for his (and his people) struggle for his homeland. I cannot write more than this. It's simply the drier world after he's gone. Our world will never be the same. May God embrace his soul, and the world will never forget that this straanger lived as a stranger in his homeland, died as a stranger in a strange land
