Mahmoud Darwish
- Country : Israel
- Profession :Palestinian Poet And Author.
- DOB: 1941-03-13
Mahmoud Darwish was a Palestinian poet and writer. Born in 1941, his poetry captured the struggles and aspirations of his people, reflecting the Palestinian experience under occupation. His work expressed themes of love, identity, exile, and resistance. Darwish’s poetry gained international acclaim, touching hearts worldwide. He became the voice of the Palestinian cause, using his words to promote peace and justice. Despite facing censorship and exile, his words remained potent and influential. His legacy continues to inspire generations, fostering cultural understanding and empathy. In 2000, Darwish received the Lenin Peace Prize for Cultural Freedom. He passed away in 2008, leaving an enduring poetic heritage.
I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a single word: Home.
Author: Mahmoud DarwishPoetry and beauty are always making peace. When you read something beautiful you find coexistence; it breaks walls down.
Author: Mahmoud DarwishGive birth to me from a grain of wheat, not from a wound. Give birth to me and take me back to a world before meaning, so I can embrace you on the grass. Do you hear me?
Author: Mahmoud DarwishShe does not love you. Your metaphors thrill her, you are her poet. But that’s all there’s to it.
Author: Mahmoud DarwishTime is a smooth river for the one who does not notice it, and fierce and brutal for the one who gazes at it and is snatched by the abyss.
Author: Mahmoud DarwishI have the fury to love. My heart so weak is mad. What to do there? Oh, let it be!
Author: Mahmoud DarwishI don’t decide to represent anything except myself. But that self is full of collective memory.
Author: Mahmoud DarwishSarcasm helps me overcome the harshness of the reality we live, eases the pain of scars and makes people smile.
Author: Mahmoud DarwishI thought poetry could change everything, could change history and could humanize, and I think that the illusion is very necessary to push poets to be involved and to believe, but now I think that poetry changes only the poet.
Author: Mahmoud DarwishI 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.
Author: Mahmoud DarwishStanding here, c, permanent here, eternal here, and we have one goal, one, one: to be.
Author: Mahmoud DarwishThe Arabs are ready to accept a strong Israel with nuclear arms – all it has to do is open the gates of its fortress and make peace.
Author: Mahmoud DarwishA person can only be born in one place. However, he may die several times elsewhere: in the exiles and prisons, and in a homeland transformed by the occupation and oppression into a nightmare.
Author: Mahmoud DarwishFor the Arabs in Israel there is always a tension between nationality and identity.
Author: Mahmoud DarwishIf the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them, Their Oil would become Tears.
Author: Mahmoud DarwishI believe in the power of poetry, which gives me reasons to look ahead and identify a glint of light.
Author: Mahmoud DarwishI am from there. I am from here. I am not there and I am not here. I have two names, which meet and part, and I have two languages. I forget which of them I dream in.
Author: Mahmoud DarwishFar away, our dreams have nothing to do with what we do. The wind carries the night, and passes on, aimless.
Author: Mahmoud DarwishI am not a lover of Israel, of course. I have no reason to be. But I don’t hate Jews.
Author: Mahmoud DarwishThe days have taught you not to trust happiness because it hurts when it deceives.
Author: Mahmoud DarwishExile is more than a geographical concept. You can be an exile in your homeland, in your own house, in a room.
Author: Mahmoud DarwishTo be under occupation, to be under siege, is not a good inspiration for poetry.
Author: Mahmoud DarwishAgainst barbarity, poetry can resist only by confirming its attachment to human fragility like a blade of grass growing on a wall while armies march by.
Author: Mahmoud DarwishNothing is harder on the soul, than the smell of dreams, while they’re evaporating.
Author: Mahmoud DarwishThe birds came daily to salute the grief of a poet who failed to understand the source of his sadness.
Author: Mahmoud Darwish