Those Who Pass Between Fleeting Words

O those who pass between fleeting words
carry your names, and be gone
Rid our time of your hours, and be gone
Steal what you will from the blueness of the sea
And the sand of memory
Take what pictures you will, so that you understand
That which you never will:
How a stone from our land builds the ceiling of our sky.

From you steel and fire, from us our flesh
From you yet another tank, from us stones
From you teargas, from us rain...

It is time for you to be gone
Live wherever you like, but do not live among us
It is time for you to be gone
Die wherever you like, but do not die among us
For we have work to do in our land.


O those who pass between fleeting words

It is time for you to be gone

Live wherever you like, but do not live among us

It is time for you to be gone

Die wherever you like, but do not die among us

For we have work to do in our land

So leave our country
Our land, our sea
Our wheat, our salt, our wounds
Everything, and leave
The memories of memory
those who pass between fleeting words!

by Mahmoud Darwish

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Comments (3)

Some people are rich and I am poor But thank God for your life 🙆.
' A coach, and a footman, and gaudy attire, Give little true joy to the breast; To be good is the thing you should chiefly desire, And then leave to GOD all the rest. ' Poignant, beautiful, and very touching lines... We should be happy about what we have, for some of us might have it 'bad', there are always many others who are 'miserable'....
.......oh this is a most special write.....little ann's mother was very wise... lovely poem, adding to my favourites...