When Musing Too Long

when you’re observing a rose

that scratched a wall

you say to yourself:

I have hope from healing from the sand/

 your heart becomes GREEN…


when you accompany a woman to the circus

on a beautiful day like an Iquoo-nah(vase)

and you’re a guest for the dancing horse/,

your heart becomes RED…


when you’re counting the stars & make

a mistake after 13

and get sleepy like a child does,

In the bluish night/

your heart becomes WHITE


when you walk & you don’t find

the dream walking in-front of you

like a shadow/

your heart turns YELLOW…


from : Like the Almond Flowers or Further…

by Mahmoud Darwish/ Palestinian poet

translated by Fareed Bitar.


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