Thursday, August 14, 2008

poem by Mahmud Darwish

poem by Mahmud Darwish

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]
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