By Mahmoud Darwish
Take your birthplace along wherever you go and be a narcissist if need be.
- Exile, the outside world. Exile, the hidden world. Who then are you between them?
- I do not introduce myself lest I lose myself. I am what I am.
I am my other in harmonious duality between word and geste.
Were I a poet, I should have written:
I am two in one, like the swallow’s wings.
And if spring is late coming, I am content to be its harbinger!
He loves countries and leaves them. (Is the impossible remote?) He loves to migrate towards everything. Traveling freely between cultures, there is room for all who seek the essence of man.
(Published in Le Monde diplomatique- Jan. 2007)
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