THE WAR WILL END
The war will end
The leaders will shake hands
The old woman will keep waiting for her
martyred son
The girl will wait for her beloved husband
And those children will wait for their hero
father
I don’t know who sold our homeland
But I saw who paid the price
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THE ID CARD
Write down:
I am an Arab.
My ID card number is 50,000.
My children: eight
And the ninth is coming after the summer.
Are you angry?
Write down:
I am an Arab.
I work with my toiling comrades in a
quarry.
My children are eight,
And out of the rocks
I draw their bread,
Clothing and writing paper.
I do not beg for charity at your door
Nor do I grovel
At your doorstep tiles.
Does that anger you?
Write down:
I am an Arab,
A name without a title,
Patient in a country where everything
Lives on flared-up anger.
My roots…
Took firm hold before the birth of time,
Before the beginning of the ages,
Before the cypress and olives,
Before the growth of pastures.
My father… of the people of the plough,
Not of noble masters.
My grandfather, a peasant
Of no prominent lineage,
Taught me pride of self before reading of
books.
My house is a watchman’s hut
Of sticks and reed.
Does my status satisfy you?
I am a name without a title
Write down:
I am an Arab.
Hair coal-black,
Eyes brown,
My distinguishing feature:
On my head a koufiyah topped by the igal,
And my palms, rough as stone,
Scratch anyone who touches them.
My address:
An unarmed village—forgotten—
Whose streets are nameless,
And all its men are in the field and
quarry.
Are you angry?
Write down:
I am an Arab
Robbed of my ancestors’ vineyards
And of the land cultivated
By me and all my children.
Nothing is left for us and my grandchildren
Except these rocks…
Will your government take them too, as
reported?
Therefore,
Write at the top of page one:
I do not hate people,
I do not assault anyone,
But … if I get hungry,
I eat the flesh of my usurper.
Beware … beware … of my hunger,
And of my anger.
[At the age of 24, on 1 May 1965, when a
young Darwish read his poem “Identity Card” to a crowd in a Nazareth cinema,
there was a tumultuous response. Within days, the poem spread throughout the
country and the Arab world.]
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Mahmoud Darwish (1941–2008) was the unofficial Palestinian National Poet in his
lifetime. He wrote about the anguish of being uprooted and of exile.
Born in a family of land owners in 1941, he
was taught to read by his grandfather as is mother was illiterate. When he was
seven, Israeli forces attacked his village al-Birwa and razed it to the ground
to prevent its inhabitants from returning. Darwish’s family fled to Lebanon. A
year later, they returned to a different place in Israel. Darwish attended high
school and eventually moved to Haifa, the third largest city in Israel.
He published his first book of poetry, WINGLESS
BIRDS at the age of 19. He initially published his poems in the literary
periodical of the Israeli Communist Party, eventually becoming its editor.
Later, he was assistant editor of a literary periodical published by the
Israeli Workers Party.
Darwish left Israel in 1970 to study in the
Soviet Union for a year, before moving to Egypt and Lebanon. When he joined the
Palestine Liberation Organization in 1973, he was banned from returning to
Israel. But in 1995, Darwish was allowed to settle in Ramallah, a major
Palestinian city on the West Bank, where he said it felt living in exile.
After the Six-Day-War of 1967, when Eastern
Jerusalem and the West Bank were annexed by Israel, Darwish, “as a Palestinian
poet of the Resistance committed himself to the ... objective of nurturing the
vision of defeat and disaster, so much so that it would ‘gnaw at the hearts’ of
the future generations.”
A central theme in Darwish's poetry is the
concept of homeland. The poet Naomi Shihab Nye wrote Darwish “is the essential
breath of the Palestinian people, the eloquent witness of exile and belonging
...”
Over his lifetime, Darwish published eight
books of prose and over 30 volumes of poetry and, including the FEWER ROSES and
OTHER BARBARIANS WILL COME. His work has been published in 20 languages.
Darwish said Arthur Rimbaud and Allen
Ginsberg were his literary influences. He also admired the Hebrew poet Yehuda
Amichai, but described his poetry as a “challenge to me, because we write about
the same place. He wants to use the landscape and history for his own benefit,
based on my destroyed identity. So we have a competition: who is the owner of
the language of this land? Who loves it more? Who writes it better?”
Mahmoud Darwish died in 2008 at the age of
67, after a heart surgery in Houston, Texas.
His funeral was attended by the Palestinian
President Mahmoud Abbas, thousands of people, and several left-wing Israeli
parliament members. After the ceremony, thousands of followers joined the
cortege on the way to the Palestinian Palace of Culture, where Mahmoud Darwish
was laid to rest.
On 5 October 2008, the International
Literature Festival Berlin held a worldwide reading in memory of Mahmoud
Darwish.
[The picture of Mahamoud Darwish and the
poem THE ID CARD is from Washington Report on Middle East Affairs,
November-December 2017 issue, which is available at https://www.wrmea.org/017-november-december/id-card-by-mahmoud-darwish-a-translation-and-commentary.html.
The poem THE WAR WILL END is from a twitter
feed of Fakrh-e-Alam, a Pakistani pilot, singer, songwriter, and actor.
Information on Mahamoud Darwish is from the
Wikipedia and other sources.]
23 January 2021