The poem is neither here nor there, and with a girl's breast it can illuminate the nights. With the glow of an apple it fills two bodies with light and with a gardenia's breath it can revive a homeland! — Mahmoud Darwish Copy Share Image
“I see a bird carrying me and carrying you, with us as its wings, beyond the dream, to a journey that has no end and no beginning, no purpose and no goal. I do not speak to you, and you do not speak to me; we listen only to the music of silence. Silence is the friend's trust of friend,… — Mahmoud Darwish Copy Share
“I'll search in mythology and archeology and in every -ology to my old name. one of the goddesses of Canaan will side with me,… — Mahmoud Darwish Copy Share Image
I see what I want of Love... I see horses making the meadow dance, fifty guitars sighing, and a swarm of bees suckling the wild berries, and I close my eyes until I see our shadow behind this dispossessed place... I see what I want of people: their desire to long for anything, their lateness in getting to work and… — Mahmoud Darwish Copy Share
I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a single word: Home. — Mahmoud Darwish Copy Share Image
She does not love you. Your metaphors thrill her you are her poet. But that's all there's to it. — Mahmoud Darwish Copy Share Image
I've built my homeland, I've even founded my state - in my language. — Mahmoud Darwish Copy Share Image
“Please take your time. I want you to kill me slowly so I can write my last poem to my wife's heart. They laughed,… — Mahmoud Darwish Copy Share Image
I want to find a language that transforms language itself into steel for the spirit--a language to use against these sparkling insects, these jets. — Mahmoud Darwish Copy Share Image
