Mohamad Quote I Was I Would Be Roborn to Kill Again

Fady Joudah memorized poems equally a child, reciting stanzas in exchange for coins from his father and uncle. The poems, he would come to recognize, were by Mahmoud Darwish, a literary staple of Palestinian households.

The work of Darwish — who died in 2008 and is widely considered the preeminent modernistic Palestinian poet — has found new resonance since President Donald Trump's announcement that the U.Due south. will move its embassy  to Jerusalem, officially recognizing the contested metropolis as Israel's uppercase. Social feeds have lit up with expressions of satisfaction and anger over the U.Southward. president'due south conclusion. Many have shared Darwish's "In Jerusalem."

Built-in in a village near Galilee, Darwish spent fourth dimension as an exile throughout the Middle Eastward and Europe for much of his life. He was imprisoned in the 1960s for reading his verse aloud while travelling from hamlet to village without a let. Influenced by both Arabic and Hebrew literature, Darwish was exposed to the work of Federico García Lorca and Pablo Neruda through Hebrew translations.

Darwish  "seemed to always invoke the presence of light in a dark world," said Joudah, now an award-winning poet and the translator of "The Butterfly's Brunt," an anthology of Darwish's work that includes "In Jerusalem."

The verse form is full of tension, said Joudah. "The language is filled with light, filled with ethereal presence, and yet it's incredibly grounded."

The poem, although non religious, uses references and language from Jerusalem's three major religions — Christianity, Islam and Judaism —  to convey feelings of inclusivity, he added. Darwish's Jerusalem is "a place out of time," brought quickly dorsum to reality with the shout of a soldier at the terminate of slice, according to Joudah.

Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish Photograph by Reuters/ Jim Hollander

Darwish spent time as an editor of multiple periodicals and as a member of the Israeli Communist Party and the Palestinian Liberation Organization. In 1988, he wrote the Palestinian declaration of independent statehood, just quit politics  after the Oslo Accords when he institute himself at odds with PLO decision-making and the ascension of Hamas.

To Joudah, Darwish's work transcends political labels. Although his poetry is rooted in the Palestinian struggle, he too conveyed universal themes of humanism and irony. Darwish pushed the way of his language and adult his own lexicon, Joudah says.

Joudah'due south ain fourth poetry drove, "Footnotes in the Order of Disappearance," will be released adjacent year, and explores irony of its own in "Palestine, Texas."

Joudah said he was fascinated by the idea that though Palestine is not recognized equally a nation, the U.S. is dotted by small towns with the same name — many of which are on the verge of disappearance as their populations dwindle.

"I thought it was kind of an interesting irony, and almost a poetic recognition of Palestine, and I wanted to have that on in a work of art," he said.

Read Darwish's "In Jerusalem" and Joudah's "Palestine, Texas" below.

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In Jerusalem

By MAHMOUD DARWISH
TRANSLATED BY FADY JOUDAH
In Jerusalem, and I mean within the ancient walls,
I walk from one epoch to another without a memory
to guide me. The prophets over there are sharing
the history of the holy … ascending to heaven
and returning less discouraged and melancholy, because honey
and peace are holy and are coming to town.
I was walking downwardly a slope and thinking to myself: How
practise the narrators disagree over what light said nearly a stone?
Is it from a dimly lit stone that wars flare upwards?
I walk in my sleep. I stare in my sleep. I see
no i backside me. I see no one alee of me.
All this light is for me. I walk. I become lighter. I fly
then I go another. Transfigured. Words
sprout like grass from Isaiah's messenger
mouth: "If you don't believe you won't be safe."
I walk equally if I were another. And my wound a white
biblical rose. And my hands similar two doves
on the cross hovering and carrying the world.
I don't walk, I fly, I become another,
transfigured. No place and no fourth dimension. So who am I?
I am no I in rising's presence. But I
recollect to myself: Lonely, the prophet Muhammad
spoke classical Standard arabic. "And and so what?"
Then what? A woman soldier shouted:
Is that you once more? Didn't I kill y'all?
I said: You killed me … and I forgot, like you, to dice.

Mahmoud Darwish, "In Jerusalem" from The Butterfly's Burden, translated by Fady Joudah.  Copyright © 2007 by Mahmoud Darwish.  Translation copyright © 2007 by Fady Joudah.  Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, Inc. on behalf of Copper Canyon Printing, world wide web.coppercanyonpress.org.

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PALESTINE, TEXAS
Past FADY JOUDAH

"I've never been," I said to my friend who'd just come up back from there. "Oh, you should definitely go," she said. "The original Palestine is in Illinois." She went on, "A pastor was driven out by Palestine's people and it injure him so badly he had to rename somewhere else after information technology. Or perchance information technology goes back to a 17th century Frenchman who traveled with his vision of milk and honey, or the nut who believed in dual seeding." "What's that?" I asked. "That'due south when an egg is fertilized past ii sperm," she said. "Is that even viable?" I asked. "It is," she said, "on rare occasions, though naught guarantees the longevity of the resulting twins." She spoke like a scientist only was a professor of the humanities at center. "Viability," she added, "depends on the critical degree of disproportionate defect distribution for a miracle to occur. If there is life, just one twin lives." That night we went to the movies looking for a good laugh. It was a Coen Brothers feature whose unheralded opening scene rattled off Palestine this, Palestine that and the other, it did the play a trick on. We were granted the right to exist. Information technology must have been there and then that my wallet slipped out of my jeans' dorsum pocket and under the seat. The next forenoon, I went back. With a flashlight that the manager had lent me I found the wallet unmoved. This was the second fourth dimension in a yr that I'd lost and retrieved this modern cause of sciatica in men. Months earlier it was at a lily pond I'd gone hiking to with the aforementioned previously mentioned friend. Information technology was effectually twilight. Another woman, going in with her young man as we were coming out, picked information technology upwardly, put it in her footling backpack, and weeks later texted me the photograph of his kneeling and her standing with right hand over oral cavity, to thwart the small bird in her throat from bursting. If the bird escapes, the cord is severed, and the middle plummets. She didn't want the sight of joy defenseless in her teeth. He saturday his phone photographic camera on its pod and fix it in lapse fashion, she wrote in her text to me. I welled upward. She would get a bride and my wallet was part of the proposal. This made me a token of their bliss, though I am not sure how her fiancé might feel virtually my intrusion, if he would care at all. "It'south a special wallet," I texted dorsum. "Information technology's been with me for the better part of two decades ever since a practiced friend got information technology for me as a present." "He was from Ohio," I turned and said to my film mate who was listening to my story. "Ohio?" She seemed surprised. "Yes," I replied quizzically. "At that place's also a Palestine in Ohio," she said. "Barely anyone lives there anymore. All of them barely towns off country roads."

"Palestine, Texas" from Footnotes in the Guild of Disappearance by Fady Joudah (Minneapolis: Milkweed Editions, 2018). Copyright © 2022 by Fady Joudah. Reprinted with permission from Milkweed Editions. milkweed.org

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Mahmoud Darwish was born in the village of Birwa near Galilee in 1942. He is the author of more than 30 books of poetry and eight books of prose. He was the recipient of the Lannan Cultural Liberty Prize, the Lenin Peace Prize, and the Knight of Arts and Belles Lettres Medal from France. He died in Houston in 2008.

Fady Joudah is a Palestinian-American physician, poet and translator. He won the 2007 Yale Serial of Younger Poets competition for his first poetry drove "The Earth in the Cranium" (2008). Joudah lives with his family in Houston, and works as a physician of internal medicine at St. Luke'southward Hospital.

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Source: https://www.pbs.org/newshour/arts/poetry/this-palestinian-poem-on-jerusalem-is-finding-new-life

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