{ Selected Poems ~ 003 } Addresses for the Soul, outside This Place.

Addresses for the Soul, outside This Place

I love to travel. . .

to a village that never hangs my last evening on its cypresses. I love the trees

that witnessed how two birds suffered at our hands, how we raised the stones.

Wouldn’t it be better if we raised our days

to grow slowly and embrace this greenness? I love the rainfall

on the women of distant meadows. I love the glittering water and the scent of stone.

Wouldn’t it be better if we defied our ages

and gazed much longer at the last sky before moonset?

Addresses for the soul, outside this place. I love to travel

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Selected Poems
Mahmoud Darwish