I come from there and remember,
I was born like
everyone is born, I have a mother
and a house with many
windows,
I have brothers,
friends and a prison.
I have a wave that
sea-gulls snatched away.
I have a view of my own
and an extra blade of grass.
I have a moon past the
peak of words.
I have the godsent food
of birds and an olive tree beyond the ken of time.
I have traversed the
land before swords turned bodies into banquets.
I come from there, I
return the sky to its mother when for its mother the sky cries, and I weep for
a returning cloud to know me.
I have learned the
words of blood-stained courts in order to break the rules.
I have learned and
dismantled all the words to construct a single one:
Home
Mahmoud Darwish
(Picture: Homeland denied return to sender, Jacek Yerka)
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