I see what I want of Love... I see horses making the meadow dance, fifty guitars sighing, and a swarm of bees… — 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
“She does not love you. Your metaphors thrill her you are her poet. But that's all there's to it. from “She Does… — Mahmoud Darwish Copy Share Image
“A poet need not trouble himself if he lies. He lies only in the matter of love, as the regions of the… — Mahmoud Darwish Copy Share Image
“Be my lover between two wars waged in the mirror, she said. I don't want to return now to the fortress of… — Mahmoud Darwish Copy Share Image
“I used to love winter, and I would listen to it, drop by drop. Rain, rain like an appeal to a lover,… — Mahmoud Darwish Copy Share Image
“You won't find the same person twice, not even in the same person.” — Mahmoud Darwish Copy Share Image
I love women whose hidden desires make horses put an end to their lives at the threshold — Mahmoud Darwish Copy Share Image
Standing here, staying here, permanent here, eternal here, and we have one goal, one, one: to be. — 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… — Mahmoud Darwish Copy Share Image
“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… — Mahmoud Darwish Copy Share Image
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
