Here The Birds' Journey Ends

Here the birds' journey ends, our journey, the journey of words,
and after us there will be a horizon for the new birds.
We are the ones who forge the sky's copper, the sky that will carve roads
after us and make amends with our names above the distant cloud slopes.
Soon we will descend the widow's descent in the memory fields
and raise our tent to the final winds: blow, for the poem to live, and blow
on the poem's road. After us, the plants will grow and grow
over roads only we have walked and our obstinate steps inaugurated.
And we will etch on the final rocks, "Long live life, long live life,"
and fall into ourselves. And after us there'll be a horizon for the new birds.

by Mahmoud Darwish

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Comments (4)

Great poem, thanks for the share!
Once again I must agree with John Richter (and also with Kentucky Refugee) . No man can serve two masters, as the Bible says.
Haha! I agree with you Kentucky Refugee... I always find a certain brotherhood - or some commonality with generations past when I find them writing things that are so obvious to our own generation as well. The world is owned by Satan. From the myriad of different reasons men believe God put us on this Earth - the one commonly known belief is that we must choose our master - either that which owns the world - or He who created it. It is somehow comforting for me to know that men who lived long before me toiled with the very same thoughts that I do....
Driving down the road, uncertain of which fork to follow, at a certain point, ambivalence drives you right into the ditch.