Monday, May 10, 2010

From the poem, "Under Siege," by Mahmoud Darwish

If you are not rain, my love
Be tree
Sated with fertility, be tree
If you are not tree, my love
Be stone
Saturated with humidity, be stone
If you are not stone, my love
Be moon
In the dream of the beloved woman, be moon
(So spoke a woman to her son at his funeral)


Mahmoud Darwish (1941-2008) was a very highly esteemed & prolific Palestinian poet.

4 comments:

志穎 said...

Beauty, unaccompanied by virtue, is as a flower without perfume.

Maggie May said...

this really reminds me of Pablo...
gorgeous

韋于倫成 said...

hahaha........................................

Mohamed Mughal said...

There's not a single word in this poem that's culture-specific; you could translate it into any language and the readers of that language would understand the poem.

I wonder if my own work passes that test?