08/29/2024
To go with the translated poem in the previous post, I created a collage of Mahmud Darwish rendered by me in English prose:
When asked by the military judge to state, for the record, who am I and for what crime I have committed that makes me stand before her today, I replied, “Who am I, you ask? I am the one who, when the Word said ’Be!,’ I became a body of its embodiment. And I am the one who said to the words, ‘Be!’ so that I may be that which I say I want to be. For on this earth are things worth living for, and my freedom is to be that which they do not want me to be. And our dead, I mean our fallen, when they go to sleep, I bid them a good night’s rest and pray that they wake up to a homeland, for, on this earth, Mother Earth, are things worth living for, but if the olive trees knew the fate of the hands that planted them, their oil would become tears. Record, the only crime I ever committed that makes me stand before you today is being a Palestinian.”