Democratic Palestine : 36 (ص 33)
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- Democratic Palestine : 36 (ص 33)
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Where are we now?
The Romans have to detect my essence in marble,
Have to retore the world’s center to Rome,
Have to give birth to my forefather
from the exellence of the sword.
Still we have taken from Athena
What makes the ancient sea our anthem
Our anthem is astone rubbing the sun in us,
A stone that kindles our ambiguity,
How to catch what is forgotten!
Christ came back to the holy supper,
as we wished.
Mary, too, returned to him
With her long braid to cover our Roman theater.
Does the olive carry enough sense?
To fill his palms with peace,
his wounds with mint,
To flood him with the light of our souls?
... Youanthem! Take all the meanings
Rise with us, wound by wound
Bandage oblivion
Rise as high as you can towards man
Near his initial tents
Brightening the cooper-covered dome of heaven
Tosee
Whatis not seen by his heart
Rise with us, fall with us to the place
You know the place better
You know the time better.
...In the passages, they are ready for the siege,
Their camels went dry of thirst
They milked mirages...
Milked mirages to drink the essence of prophesy
from the image of the South
In each exile, there is a citadel
with broken doors
Toshutthemin...
Fach door opens on a desert stretching
along the long course of travel
From wars to wars
Fach desert thorn has its Hajer
who fled to the South
They passed by their names
engraved on metal and stone
They were not able to recognize their names
Victims never believe their guess...
Names went unrecognized
Erased by sand here,
Covered by sunset plants there,
Our history and theirs are one,
Nations would unite their paths of thought
But for different birds on banners!
Our end is our beginning
Beginning is end
Democratic Palestine December 1989
And Land
like language
inheritableis...
If the double-horned were single-horned,
If the universe were bigger,
Orientals with their stone tablets would go farther
Occidentals much deeper
If Caesar were a philosopher
The small world would be his mansion
Our history is our history...
The palm tree of the bedouin can extend to the Atlantic
On the way to the Atlantic to quench our fatal
thirst for rain.
Our history is their history
Their history is ours
But for the difference on the date of doom!
Who could unite destinate land
without the sword decorated by ardour?
Nobody...
Who has returned from a journey to flowering infancy?
Nobody...
Who has written his autobiography
removed from its opposite and from heroism?
Nobody...
An exile with gems of memory...
Reducing eternity into a time-embracing moment,
Isamust
...Who knows?!
Maybe they wrote their names on their names.
In the silver of the olive
Remember they did
The first poet who tempered their sky.
You, Aegean Sea, take us back!
Family dogs have howled
They want to take us along the wind...
Victory is death,
Death, victory in Hercules...
Martyrs’ steps are home.
We are the ones who came tocome and win...
Soothsayers referred to the North...
They asked not of our wives.
The dead are dead,
Who remembered his house
killed further numbers of
old women and girls
Threw the infants of the city
into the terrible abyss
Tocome back intime
from Satan’s Troy.
Did we betray our conscience?
Why then did our wives betray us?
Steady conscience was our crossing bridge,
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