If only the young were trees

“When a tree becomes a boat it learns to swim. When it becomes a door it continues to keep secrets. When it becomes a chair it does not forget the sky that was once above it. When it becomes a table it teaches the poet not to be a woodcutter.”
Mahmoud Darwish, “If only the young were trees” from “A river dies of thirst”.

The poet teaches the sky not to fall,
the ink not to dry at 
                    each drip of the woe-man's
                    sorrow; and it teaches
rain
    not to withdraw 
                    its love for want of a tiny
                    thunder waiting on the other side.

3 comments on “If only the young were trees

  1. thefeatheredsleep says:

    This is spellbinding

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