The Expulsion of Adam and Eve from Paradise,” 1791.
This siege will persist until we teach our enemies
models of our finest poetry
the sky is leaden during the day
and a fiery orange at night... but our hearts
are as neutral as the flowery emblems on a shield
here, not "I"
Here, Adam remembers the clay of which he was born
He says, on the verge of death, he says,
"I have no more earth to lose"
Free am I, close to my ultimate freedom, I hold my fortune in my own hands
In a few moments, I will begin my life
born free of father and mother
I will chose letters of sky blue for my name
Under siege, life is the moment between remembrance
of the first moment, and forgetfulness of the last
here, under the mountains of smoke, on the threshold of my home,
time has no measure
We do what those who give up the ghost do...
we forget our pain
Pain is when the housewife forsakes hanging up the clothes to dry and is content
that this flag of Palestine should be without stain
por: Mahmoud Darwish, 2002
fonte: https://www.marxists.org/subject/art/literature/darwish/2002/siege.htm
