Ç Birds die in Galilee È by Mahmoud Darwish 


We shall meet awhile 
After a year 
After two years 
And generationÉ 
And she threw into the camera 
Twenty gardens 
And the birds of Galilee 
And continued searching beyond the sea 
For a new meaning to truth. 
-My homeland is clothes-lines 
For the handkerchiefs of blood 
Shed every minute. 
And I stretched out on the shore 
As sands and palm trees. 

She does not knowÉ 
O Rita! Death and I granted you 
The secret of joy wilting at the customs gate 
And we were rejuvenated, Death and I, 
In your first front 
And in window of your house. 
Death and I are two faces-
Why now do you flee from my face, 
Why now do you flee? 
Why now do you flee from 
What makes wheat the earthÕs eyelashes, from 
What makes the volcano another face to jasmine? 
Why now do you flee? 
Nothing used to tire me at night but her silence 
When it was stretching out before the door 
Like the street, like the old quarter. 
Let it be what you want, Rita: 
The silence an axe 
Or frame for stars 
Or a climate for the treeÕs labour pains. 
I sip kisses 
From the blade of knives. 
Come, letÕs join the massacre! 

Like unwanted leaves 
The flocks of birds fell 
Into the wells of time. 
And I pick up the blue wings. 
Rita, 
I am he in whose skin 
The shackles etch 
A likeness of the homeland 



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