O rose beyond the reach of time and of the senses <br />O kiss enveloped in the scarves of all the winds <br />surprise me with one dream <br />that my madness will recoil from you <br />Recoiling from you <br />In order to approach you <br />I discovered time <br />Approaching you <br />in order to recoil form you <br />I discovered my senses <br />Between approach and recoil <br />there is a stone the size of a dream <br />It does not approach <br />It does not recoil <br />You are my country <br />A stone is not what I am <br />therefor I do not like to face the sky <br />not do I die level with the ground <br />but I am a stranger, always a stranger <br /> <br /> <br />Submitted by C.K.<br /><br />Mahmoud Darwish<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-9/
