In Jerusalem by Mahmoud Darwish

In Jerusalem, and I mean within the ancient walls, 
I walk from one epoch to another without a memory 
to guide me. The prophets over there are sharing 
the history of the holy ... ascending to heaven 
and returning less discouraged and melancholy, because love 
and peace are holy and are coming to town.
I was walking down a slope and thinking to myself: How 
do the narrators disagree over what light said about a stone? 
Is it from a dimly lit stone that wars flare up?
I walk in my sleep. I stare in my sleep. I see 
no one behind me. I see no one ahead of me. 
All this light is for me. I walk. I become lighter. I fly 
then I become another. Transfigured. Words
sprout like grass from Isaiah's messenger 
mouth: "If you don't believe you won't be safe." 
I walk as if I were another. And my wound a white 
biblical rose. And my hands like two doves 
on the cross hovering and carrying the earth. 
I don't walk, I fly, I become another, 
transfigured. No place and no time. So who am I? 
I am no I in ascension's presence. But I 
think to myself: Alone, the prophet Muhammad 
spoke classical Arabic. "And then what?" 
Then what? A woman soldier shouted: 
Is that you again? Didn't I kill you? 
I said: You killed me ... and I forgot, like you, to die.

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One Response to In Jerusalem by Mahmoud Darwish

  1. Peter says:

    I love the poems of Mr Darwish, he was the soul of Palestine and without him being with us I feel some kind of emptiness.
    Jerusalem is a beautiful peace of poetry that will remain in our minds forever
    Hope Justice for Palestine will soon prevail.


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