“Where is my second road to the staircase of expanse? Where is futility? Where is the road to the road? And where are we, the marching on the footpath of the present tense, where are we? Our talk a predicate… — Mahmoud Darwish Copy Share Image
“Longing is the absent chatting with the absent. The distant turning toward the distant. Longing is the spring’s thirst for the jar-carrying women, and vice versa. Longing allows distance to recede, as if looking forward, although it may be called… — 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
