I come from there and I have memories <br />Born as mortals are, I have a mother <br />And a house with many windows, <br />I have brothers, friends, <br />And a prison cell with a cold window. <br />Mine is the wave, snatched by sea-gulls, <br />I have my own view, <br />And an extra blade of grass. <br />Mine is the moon at the far edge of the words, <br />And the bounty of birds, <br />And the immortal olive tree. <br />I walked this land before the swords <br />Turned its living body into a laden table. <br />I come from there. I render the sky unto her mother <br />When the sky weeps for her mother. <br />And I weep to make myself known <br />To a returning cloud. <br />I learnt all the words worthy of the court of blood <br />So that I could break the rule. <br />I learnt all the words and broke them up <br />To make a single word: Homeland.....<br /><br />Mahmoud Darwish<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-come-from-there/
