Democratic Palestine : 36 (ص 36)

غرض

عنوان

Democratic Palestine : 36 (ص 36)

المحتوى

Then suddenly they saw
The myrtle of the hero lying at
his last step.
Isitherc, by his gun, on the green,
near his last threshold,
That he dies?!
Herc, does he die here?
Here and now, at noon sharp?
Now, when with the final sign of
victory his fingers shook
the gate of the old house
and the walls of the island.
Now when he directed the last steps
towards the door...
and concluded the journey
With the return of our dead.
Beneath the windows of small houses
thesea slept
... Yousea! We have not sinned much
You ancient sea, listen!
Don’t give us more than the others!
We know that the sacrifices are much more.
We know that the waters are clouds at the end.
... They remained the same.
They used to return andask grim fate:
Does growth of vision, increasing the
stars on our banner by one,
require the death of ahero?
They failed to adda rose to the end,
They failed to alter the course of the
ancient myths
The anthem remained the same:
Nochoice! A hero has to fall
on the verge of victory
when the anthem is at its peak.
... Youhero...a little patience!
Live another night!
Let’s reach the end which bears an
incomplete beginning crown;
Live another night!
Let’s complete the bleeding dream-journey,
You crown of thorns, you crowned fairy dawn,
With an endless beginning...
A little patience, you hero!
Live another hour!
Let’s begin the heavenly dance of victory!
We haven’t won yet
Wait you hero, wait a bit
Why leave
An hour before arrival?
Wait!
You hero
Inallofus
Wait!
36
... They still carry from their exile
the autumn of recognition.
They still maintain a path to exile...
Rivers running with no banks
There is still in them the feeble
Narcissus, afraid of dying
Still they maintain what can alter them
If they came back and failed to find:
The same red anemones
The same soft fuzz of stubborn quinces
The same daisies
The same apricot tree
The same tall cars of corn
The same elder tree
The same clusters of dried garlic
The same oak tree
And the same alphabet.
... They were about to approach the
atmosphere of their houses...
Of what dream do they rise?
Of what dream are they dreaming?
Through what way do they enter
gardens with gates
while exile remains exile?
... They know their way to the end
They kept dreaming,
Come they did from tomorrow
to their present and they knew
What would happen to the songs
in their throats...
and they dreamed
Of the roses of the new exile
on the house wall
and they knew
What would happen to hawks
after settling in palaces,
and they dreamed
of their daffodil’s battle with
Paradise converted to their exile,
and they knew
What would happen to the swallow
when burnt by spring,
and they dreamed
of the spring of their image
which comes and doesn’t
and they knew
What would happen when the dream comes
from a dream
When the dreamer realizes
that he was dreaming;
They know, they dream, they return,
they dream, they know, they return,
they return, they dream, they dream, and
they return.
Democratic Palestine. December 1989
HW

هو جزء من

Democratic Palestine : 36

تاريخ

ديسمبر ١٩٨٩

المنشئ

الجبهة الشعبية لتحرير فلسطين

مجموعات العناصر

Generated Pages Set

Democratic Palestine

PLO Research Center: Facts and Figures