A review by earthlight
Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems by Mahmoud Darwish

5.0

Letters polish the sword hung in the belt of dawn,
and by means of songs, the desert expands or recedes.

I don't have enough time to tie my end to my beginning.

The shepherds took my story.
They went briskly into the green, and through the beauty of a ruin.
With trumpets and facile rhyme they overcame oblivion.
At the point of departure they left me with thorns of remembrance and
never returned.