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  • fikirlerini daha anlayamamıs insanların mahmud dervise seslenis bicimi.
  • "nasıl, nasıl, yemyeşil bir portakal ağacı
    kapanır bir hücreye ya da bir limana,
    nasıl saklanır gurbet elde
    ve yemyeşil kalır?
    yazıyorum not defterime:
    limanda durakaldım...
    en dondurucu kış kadar soğuk gözler gibiydi dünya,
    doluydu portakal kabuklarıyla ellerimiz.
    ve hep çöl, ve hep çöl, ve hep çöldü ardım."
  • the earth is closing on us
    pushing us through the last passage
    and we tear off our limbs to pass through.
    the earth is squeezing us.
    ı wish we were its wheat
    so we could die and live again.
    ı wish the earth was our mother
    so she'd be kind to us.
    ı wish we were pictures on the rocks
    for our dreams to carry as mirrors.
    we saw the faces of those who will throw
    our children out of the window of this last space.
    our star will hang up mirrors.
    where should we go after the last frontiers ?
    where should the birds fly after the last sky ?
    where should the plants sleep after the last breath of air ?
    we will write our names with scarlet steam.
    we will cut off the hand of the song to be finished by our flesh.
    we will die here, here in the last passage.
    here and here our blood will plant its olive tree.

    (bkz: the earth is closing on us) isimli pek şahane şiirin sahibi filistinli şair. bu arada edward said'in de mahmoud derwish'ten etkilenmiş olduğunu "after the last sky: palestinian lives" isimli kitabından anlamış oluyoruz.
  • 2008'de vefat eden arap şair ve edebiyatçı
  • filistinli şair ve edebiyatçı
  • now, as you awaken, remember the swan's
    last dance. did you dance with young angels
    while you were dreaming? did the butterfly
    light you up when it burned with the eternal
    light of the rose?

    did the phoenix appear clearly
    before you and call you by your name?
    did you see the morning dawn from the fingers
    of the one you love?

    did you touch
    the dream with your hand or did you
    leave it to dream alone, aware suddenly
    of your own absence? dreamers don't abandon
    their dreams, they flare and continue
    the life they have in the dream…

    tell me
    how you lived your dream in a certain place
    and i'll tell you who you are. and now,
    as you awaken, remember if you have wronged
    your dream. and if you have, then remember
    the last dance of the swan.

    darwish'in now as you awaken isimli muhteşem şiiri.

    did you see the morning dawn from the fingers
    of the one you love? diye sorgulatır.
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