I see what I want of Love... I see horses making the meadow dance, fifty guitars sighing, and a swarm of bees suckling the wild berries, and I close my eyes until I see our shadow behind this dispossessed place... I see what I want of people: their desire to long for anything, their lateness in getting to work and their hurry to return to their folk... and their need to say: Good Morning.
Mahmoud DarwishI have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a single word: Home.
Mahmoud DarwishI want to find a language that transforms language itself into steel for the spirit--a language to use against these sparkling insects, these jets.
Mahmoud DarwishWhen a writer declares that his first book is his best, that is bad. I progress successively from book to book.
Mahmoud Darwish