Mahmoud Darwish - Tumblr Posts
"And if happiness should surprise you again, do not mention its previous betrayal.
Enter into the happiness, and burst."
-Mahmoud Darwish
"Out of my ignorance , I called you my homeland.
And I forgot homelands are taken away."
Mahmoud Darwish
"I have enough memories to drink coffee all by myself in a cafe so empty yet so crowded with the ghosts of those who have left but always stayed."
-Mahmoud Darwish
Mahmoud Darwish, from Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi)
For context: this is written within a work regarding the siege of Beirut in 1982. “Memory for Forgetfulness is an extended reflection on the invasion and its political and historical dimensions. It is also a journey into personal and collective memory. What is the meaning of exile? What is the role of the writer in time of war? What is the relationship of writing (memory) to history (forgetfulness)?” (x)
"A university degree, four books & hundreds of articles and I stil make mistakes when reading. You wrote me "Good morning" & I read it as "I love you".
-Mahmoud Darwish
You're killing me and you're keeping me from dying. That is love.
Mahmoud Darwish
Boring day, an unknown future, and an irregular sleep, the days pass and nothing new.
Mahmoud Darwish
Reblogging this until I have it tattooed on the left side of my brain
They asked “Do you love her to death?”
I said “speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life”
- Mahmoud Darwish
" You are killing me , and keeping me from dying . That is love "
Mahmoud Darwish
" If you ask me how many times you came in my mind... I would say once because you came and never left"
Mahmoud Darwish
"And I knew, from the beginning that I found you to lose you and loved you to miss you . Because we met by coincidence"
Mahmoud Darwish
All roads lead to to you even those I took to forgot you.
Mahmoud Darwish
We once said that only death would tear us apart. Death was late and we split.
Mahmoud Darwish
What's the matter? -I can't get back to myself.
I want to be myself again. I want to be six. I want to stop knowing everything I know.
~ Mahmoud Darwish
I'm one of them, those who die when they love.
Mahmoud Darwish.
The wars will end and the leaders will shake hands, and that old woman will remain waiting for her martyred son, and that girl will wait for her beloved husband, and the children will wait for their heroic father, I do not know who sold the homeland but I know who paid the price.
— Mahmoud Darwish