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Mahmoud Darwish My Mother
I long for my mother's bread My mother's coffee Her touch Childhood memories grow up in me Day after day I must be worth my life At the hour of my death Worth the tears of my mother
And if I come back one day Take me as a veil to your eyelashes Cover my bones with the grass Blessed by your footsteps Bind us together with a lock of your hair With a thread that trails from the back of your dress I might become immortal Become a god If I touch the depths of your heart
If I come back Use me as wood to feed your fire As the clothesline on the roof of your house Without your blessing I am too weak to stand
I am old Give me back the star maps of childhood So that I Along eith the swallows Can chart the path Back to your waiting nest
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