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.
Monday, May 10, 2010
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2 comments:
this really reminds me of Pablo...
gorgeous
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?
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