Delighted in autumn by a light obscurity,
transparency of handkerchiefs, like poetry just after
birth, dazzled in night-blaze or darkness.
It crawls, and finds no names for anything.
Shy rain, which moistens only distant things,
delights me
(In such autumns, marriage procession
and funeral intersect: the living
celebrate with the living.)
I delight to see a monarch stoop,
to recover the pearl of the crown from a fish in the lake.
In autumn I delight to see the commonness of colors,
no throne holds the humble gold in the leaves of humble trees
who are equal in the thirst for love.
I delight in the truce between armies,
awaiting the contest between two poets,
who love the season of autumn, yet differ
over the direction of its metaphors.
In autumn I delight in the complicity between
vision and expression.
/ Mahmoud Darwish
Thank you, dear Natalia, for this perfect poem.
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such a perfect poem, thank you my dear friends Natalia and Silvia
ResponderEliminarDear Sylvia
ResponderEliminarThank you for sharing this beautiful poem by Mahmoud Darwish. I never read his poems before and I am really touched by it!!
The photo above is very nice too.
beautiful, thank you!
ResponderEliminarThank you all for your warm and permanent presence, my dearest friends :-)
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