Wednesday, 10 February 2010

The spectre of Darwish

If you look carefully at this picture of the separation wall in Abu Dis you can make out the faded stencil drawing of a man. The man is Mahmoud Darwish, the great Palestinian poet (1941-2008).

when the sky is grey and i see a rose sprouting through the cracks in a wall

i don't say 'the sky is grey' but keep my eye on the rose
and tell it, 'its quite a day, quite a day'

Just as at nightfall i say to my two friends, "if there has to be a dream let it be like us and simple"

For example,

after two days the three of us will dine
to vet our dreams premonition

that after two days not one of us will have been lost

so lets celebrate in the moon's sonata
and make a toast to the lenience of death

who saw the three of us happy together and decided to look the other way

i don't say, 'far away life is real with its imaginary places'

i say, 'life, here, is possible'

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