“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
