I Talk Too Much
I talk too much about the slightest nuances between women and trees
about the earth's enchantment, about a country with no passport stamp
I ask: Is it true good ladies and gentlemen, that the earth of Man is for all human beings
as you say? In that case, where is my little cottage, and where am I?
The conference audiences applaud me for three minutes
three minutes of freedom and recognition
The conference approves our right of return
like all chickens and horses, to a dream made of stone.
I shake hands with them, one by one. I bow to them. Then I contiue my journey to another country and talk about the differences between a mirage and the rain
I ask: Is it true good ladies and gentlemen, that the earth of Man is for all human beings?
from Fewer Roses (1986) by Mahamoud Darwish
Translated by Munir Akash and Carolyn Forché