#palestinianpoet

[juwwyyy]

When Hozier said

No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her

and Mahmoud Darwish said

speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life

[maryamgantois-blog]

Mahmoud Darwish

(Almond Blossoms and Beyond)

#mahmouddarwish #palestinianpoetry #writersforpalestine #poetry #arabpoetry #middleeasternpoetry #writersofinstagram #writerscommunity #literature #palestine🇵🇸

[lost-in-longings]

Are we what we do with time, or are we what time does with us? Finding a response does not interest you as much as slowing down time.

- Mahmoud Darwish, In the Presence of Absence

[seasidepickup]

“The Palestinian cause is not a cause for Palestinians only, but a cause for every revolutionary... as a cause of the exploited and oppressed masses in our era” -Ghassan Kanafani

On this day, we observe the anniversary of the martyrdom of Palestinian revolutionary writer and critic, Ghassan Kanafani. Kanafani was murdered alongside his 17 year old niece, Lamees, by the Mossad (Zionist intelligence agency) with a car bomb in Beirut in 1972. His murder was intended to silence his message, and in this they failed. For the end of Kanafani’s life has done nothing to halt the blossoming legacy of his words and vision, which we continue to carry within our hearts. 

source: PYM

[melaninenthusiast]

“Do not fill postcards with memories. Between my heart and the luxury of passion stretches a desert where ropes of fire blaze and smolder, where snakes coil and recoil, swallowing blossoms with poison and flame.”

Excerpt from ‘Face lost in the wilderness’ by Fadwa Tuqan//Translated from Arabic 

[kafkaesquebibliomaniac]

"My life is tears

and a fond heart،

longing, a book of poetry and a lute."

_A Life by Fudwa Tuqan_

"حياتي دموع

وقلب ولوع،

وشوق ، وديوان شعر ، وعود."

_حياة لفدوى الطوقان_

(Artwork Night Fall by Quang Ho.)

[mj1982mjha]

"I touch you as a lonely violin touches the suburbs of the faraway place patiently the river asks for its share of the drizzle and, bit by bit, a tomorrow passing in poems approaches so I carry faraway's land and it carries me on travel's road " #MahmoudDarwish. #Poetry. #PalestinianPoetry. #Poet. #Poem: #SonnetV. #PalestinianPoet. #Literature. #LovePoem. (at Samastipur) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1LzMulhnPw/?igshid=ctzs80yzimc9

[uziegonyc]

HIGHEST PRAISE DO TO #suhierhammad #mentor #friend #sister #shineroflight #starswithmanyeyes #poet #icon #palestinianpoet #nycpoet #shaolinsfinest #supportthosewhosupportyou (at Hearts Of Darkness Studio)

[lost-in-longings]

longing is born from every beautiful incident and not from a wound. Longing is not a memory, but rather what is selected from memory’s museum. Longing is selective, like an adept gardener. It is the replaying of a memory after its blemishes have been removed. Longing has side effects: an addiction to looking back, an embarrassment of being informal with what is possible, an overwhelming urge to turn the present into a past, even in love: Come with me tonight so that we might make tonight a shared past, says the one afflicted with longing. I will come with you to make a shared tomorrow, says the one afflicted with love. She does not love the past and wants to forget the war that has ended. He fears tomorrow, because the war has not ended and he does not want to grow older.

- Mahmoud Darwish, In the Presence of Absence

[lost-in-longings]

And you said to me: I have never disagreed with a woman except as to the definition of love. You said to me: What is definable is knowable and what is knowable can be possessed and what can be possessed can be violated, consumed, and will perish.

- Mahmoud Darwish, In the Presence of Absence (tr. By Sinan Antoon)

[seasidepickup]

“they asked ‘do you love her to death?’ i said ‘speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life”

-Mahmoud Darwish

[melaninenthusiast]

“Enough for me to die on her earth be buried in her to melt and vanish into her soil then sprout forth as a flower played with by a child from my country. Enough for me to remain in my country's embrace to be in her close as a handful of dust a sprig of grass a flower.”

Enough for me by Fadwa Tuqan //translated from Arabic 

[mj1982mjha]

"I am a great admirer of the lives of prophets.

Reading them is like buying a lottery ticket:

the long fantasy they contain of a peaceful life,

perfectly empty."

#AsmaaAzaizeh. #PalestinianPoet. #Poetry. @AsmaaAzaizeh.