2018 Colors from Palestine Calendar
Remembering Mahmoud Darwish (1941–2008)
Perhaps I’m still alive somewhere
Aware of what I want…
One day I’ll become what I want
One day I will become a thought
that no sword or book can
dispatch to the wasteland
A thought equal to rain on a mountain
split open by a blade of grass
where power will not triumph
and justice is not fugitive
In March of 2000 Israeli minister of education Yossi Sarid announces the inclusion of two poems by “Palestinian national poet” Mahmoud Darwish, perhaps the most acclaimed Arab-language poet of the 20th century, in theIsraeli high school curriculum.
This erupted a political firestorm that resulted in Darwish’s poetry being officially banned from Israeli schools, a ban that still in effect, with then- Prime Minister Ehude Barak remarking that his Country wasn’t ready.
Darwish replied
“It’s difficult to believe that the most militarily Powerful country in the Middle East is threatened by a poem”.
The first step of real peace is to know the other side, its culture and creativity.
Here are the two poems
Rita
Between Rita and my eyes …
a rifle
And whoever knows Rita
Kneels and prays
To the divinity in her honey-colored eyes.
And I kissed Rita
When she was young
And I remember how she approached
And how my arm covered the loveliest of braids.
And I remember Rita
The way a sparrow remembers its stream …Oh, Rita
Between us there are a million sparrows and images
And many a rendezvous …
Fired at by a rifle.
Rita’s name was a feast in my mouth
Rita’s body was a wedding in my blood
And I was lost in Rita for two years …
and for two years she slept on my arm
And we made promises
Over the most beautiful of cups
And we burned in the wine of our lips
And we were born again …
Ah, Rita!
What before this rifle could have turned my eyes from yours
Except a nap or two or honey-colored clouds
Once upon a time
Oh, the silence of dusk
In the morning my moon migrated to a far place
Towards those honey-colored eyes
And the city swept away all the singers
And Rita.
Between Rita and my eyes…
a rifle.
Think of others
As you prepare your breakfast,
think of others
(do not forget the pigeon’s food).
As you conduct your wars,
think of others
(do not forget those who seek peace).
As you pay your water bill,
think of others
(those who are nursed by clouds).
As you return home, to your home,
think of others
(do not forget the people of the camps).
As you sleep and count the stars,
think of others
(those who have nowhere to sleep).
As you liberate yourself in metaphor,
think of others
(those who have lost the right to speak).
As you think of others far away,
think of yourself and say:
“If only I was a candle in the dark