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ISSN 1409-6900 | UDK 82+7     Blesok no. 54 | volume X | May-June, 2007



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Blesok no. 54May-June, 2007
Poetry

They Would Love To See Me Dead

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Mahmoud Darwish

Address to the SPE 2007
They Would Love To See Me Dead
I Come From There
Rita and the Rifle
Psalm Three
Psalm 9

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They Would Love To See Me Dead

They would love to see me dead, so they say: He belongs to us, he is ours.
For twenty years I have heard their footsteps on the walls of the night.
They open no door, yet here they are now. I see three of them:
A poet, a killer, and a reader of books.
Will you have some wine? I asked.
Yes, they answered.
When do you plan to shoot me? I asked.
Take it easy, they answered.
They lined up their glasses all in a row and started singing for the people.
I asked: When will you begin my assassination?
Already done, they said … Why did you send your shoes on ahead to your soul?
So it can wander the face of the earth, I said.
The earth is wickedly dark, so why is your poem so white?
Because my heart is teeming with thirty seas, I answered.
They asked: Why do you love French wine?
Because I ought to love the most beautiful women, I answered.
They asked: How would you like your death?
Blue, like stars pouring from a window—would you like more wine?
Yes, we'll drink, they said.
Please take your time. I want you to kill me slowly so I can write my last
poem to my heart's wife.
They laughed, and took from me
only the words dedicated to my heart's wife.

translated by Munir Akash and Caroline Forché






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