Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems

Unfortunately, It Was Paradise

Mahmoud Darwish

Unfortunately,

It Was Paradise

Selected Poems

Translated and Edited by

Munir Akash and Carolyn Forché

(with Sinan Antoon and Amira El-Zein)

With a New Foreword by Fady Joudah

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Darwish, Mahmoud.

[Poems. English. Selections]

Unfortunately, it was paradise : selected poems / Mahmoud Darwish ; translated and edited by Munir Akash and Carolyn Forché, with Sinan Antoon and Amira El-Zein.

p. cm.

ISBN 978-0-520-23754-4 (paper : alk. paper)

I. Akash, Munir. II. Forché, Carolyn. III. Title.

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The publisher gratefully acknowledges

the generous contribution to this book

provided by the Lannan Foundation.

Pero yo ya no soy yo

Ni mi casa es ya mi casa.

But now I am no longer I,

nor is my house any longer my house.

Federico García Lorca

Contents

AcknowledgmentsMunir Akash

IntroductionMunir Akash and Carolyn Forché

Foreword for 2013Fady Joudah

from  Fewer Roses (1986)

I Will Slog over This Road

Another Road in the Road

Were It Up to Me to Begin Again

On This Earth

I Belong There

Addresses for the Soul, outside This Place

Earth Presses against Us

We Journey towards a Home

We Travel Like All People

Athens Airport

I Talk Too Much

We Have the Right to Love Autumn

The Last Train Has Stopped

On the Slope, Higher Than the Sea, They Slept

He Embraces His Murderer

Winds Shift against Us

Neighing on the Slope

Other Barbarians Will Come

They Would Love to See Me Dead

When the Martyrs Go to Sleep

The Night There

We Went to Aden

Another Damascus in Damascus

The Flute Cried

In This Hymn

from  I See What I Want to See (1993)

The Hoopoe

from  Why Have You Left the Horse Alone? (1995)

I See My Ghost Coming from Afar

A Cloud in My Hands

The Kindhearted Villagers

The Owl’s Night

The Everlasting Indian Fig

The Lute of Ismael

The Strangers’ Picnic

The Raven’s Ink

Like the Letter N in the Qur’an

Ivory Combs

The Death of the Phoenix

Poetic Regulations

Excerpts from the Byzantine Odes of Abu Firas

The Dreamers Pass from One Sky to Another

A Rhyme for the Odes (Mu‘allaqat)

Night That Overflows My Body

The Gypsy Woman Has a Tame Sky

from  A Bed for the Stranger (1999)

We Were without a Present

Sonnet II

The Stranger Finds Himself in the Stranger

The Land of the Stranger, the Serene Land

Inanna’s Milk

Who Am I, without Exile?

Lesson from the Kama Sutra

Mural (2000)

Mural

Three Poems (before 1986)

A Soldier Dreams of White Tulips

As Fate Would Have It

Four Personal Addresses

Glossary

Acknowledgments

Any collection of this sort requires the support and assistance of more people than can be named here. Each of them knows who he or she is, and to each of them many thanks. I offer my sincere appreciation to the Lannan Foundation for their generosity and their unfailing support. Patrick Lannan and the wonderful family of his foundation by their insight, bravery, and service to humanity have taught me dedication. Special thanks to the poet Mahmoud Darwish for his patience in answering my many questions and, of course, for his guidance and very helpful comments along the way. Each poem in this collection has been carefully selected from Darwish’s entire work in collaboration with the poet himself.

This enterprise could not have been possible without an exceptional team of translators. All have known Darwish and his work for a long time. When I expressed to Mahmoud Darwish my desire to translate this collection, he asked me to work in collaboration with a leading American poet who could give the translations a single consistent tone. What Carolyn Forché has done here, in this very short period of time, is an enterprise short of miraculous. She recreated the poems translated with a different sensibility and made them harmonious in a single voice. For this and for her wholehearted dedication I can’t thank her enough. A heartfelt expression of gratitude to Daniel Moore and Laura Cerruti for their painstaking review and exceptional editorial expertise. Their drive, vision, and unique poetic sensibility turned a dream into reality. Very special thanks to Harry Mattison, Ibrahim Muhawi, and Kinda Akash for their insightful reading and their many helpful suggestions, and to Caroline Roberts and Kaia Sand for their meticulous copy editing. Grateful acknowledgment is made to the editors and publishers of the following journals in which some of these poems were first published: Tikkun, Salmagundi, Brick, American Poetry Review, and Fence.

Finally, I have to admit that all the great work in this collection exists thanks to these wonderful people and that every mistake in it is mine.

Munir Akash

Introduction

Mahmoud Darwish is a literary rarity. Critically acclaimed as one of the most important poets in the Arabic language and beloved as the voice of his people, he is an artist demanding of his work continual transformation and a living legend whose lyrics are sung by fieldworkers and schoolchildren. Few poets have borne such disparately bestowed adulation, nor survived such dramatic vicissitudes of history and fate as Mahmoud Darwish; even fewer have done so while endeavoring to open new possibilities for poetry while assimilating one of the world’s oldest literary traditions. His poetry has been enthusiastically embraced since the publication of his first volume, Leaves of Olive, in 1964. After the Arab defeat in the 1967 war, Darwish raised his voice in searing lyrics confronting the pain of everyday life for Palestinians. In a realism stripped of poetic flourish, the poetry of resistance was born. With Nerudian transparency, his poems of the sixties and early seventies reflected his pain over the occupation of his homeland and his lingering hopes for its liberation. In the intervening years, the poetry of Darwish exemplified a brilliant artistic restlessness, with each volume opening new formal territory and poetic concerns. With the publication of this collection, Darwish will celebrate his sixty-first birthday and nearly four decades of writing. He is the poet laureate of Palestine—a poet sharing the fate of his people, living in a town under siege, while providing them with a language for their anguish and dreams. Any serious study of his work must take into account the context in which it was written: the years of exilic wandering and survival; the aesthetic, metaphysical, and political struggles particular to this poet.

Mahmoud Darwish was born in the village of Birwe, in the district of Akka (Acre) in upper Galilee, Palestine, on March 13, 1942. When he was six years old, the Israeli Army occupied and subsequently destroyed Birwe, along with 416 other Palestinian villages. To avoid the ensuing massacres, the Darwish family fled to Lebanon. A year later, they returned to their country illegally, and settled in the nearby village of Dayr al-Asad, but too late to be counted among the Palestinians who survived and remained within the borders of the new state. The young Darwish was now an internal refugee, legally classified as a present-absent alien, a species of Orwellian doublethink that the poet would later interrogate in his lyric meditation The Owl’s Night, wherein the present is placeless, transient, absurd, and absence mysterious, human, and unwanted, going about its own preoccupations and piling up its chosen objects. Like a small jar of water, he writes, absence breaks in me. The newly alienated Palestinians fell under military rule and were sent into a complex legal maze of emergency rulings. They could not travel within their homeland without permission, nor, apparently, could the eight-year-old Darwish recite a poem of lamentation at the school celebration of the second anniversary of Israel without subsequently incurring the wrath of the Israeli military governor. Thereafter he was obliged to hide whenever an Israeli officer appeared. During his school years, and until he left the country in 1970, Darwish would be imprisoned several times and frequently harassed, always for the crimes of reciting his poetry and traveling without a permit from village to village.

Birwe was erased from land and map, but remained intact in memory, the mirage of a lost paradise. In 1997, the Israeli-French filmmaker, Simone Bitton, went to what had been Birwe to film Darwish’s childhood landscape, but found nothing but ruins and a desolate, weed-choked cemetery. On April 16, 2001, Israeli bulldozers began paving a new road through the graves, unearthing human remains throughout the site. The vanished Palestinian village became, for the displaced poet, a bundle of belongings carried on the back of the refugee. Denied the recognition of citizenship in the new state, Darwish settled on language as his identity, and took upon himself the task of restoration of meaning and thus, homeland:

Who am I? This is a question that others ask, but has no answer.

I am my language, I am an ode, two odes, ten. This is my language.

I am my language . . . (A Rhyme for the Odes, 91)

We travel like everyone else, but we return to nothing . . .

Ours is a country of words: Talk. Talk. (We Travel Like All People, 11)

In 1996, after twenty-six years of exile, Darwish was granted a permit to visit his family and was warmly embraced by his compatriots, the internal refugees. Thousands of cheering Palestinians greeted him in a festive way, chanting his popular poems. Darwish later reflected on the pain and longing he felt for his homeland: As long as my soul is alive no one can smother my feeling of nostalgia for my country which I still consider as Palestine.

Darwish’s twentieth book of poems, the recently published Mural, fuses lyric and epic in an impassioned meditation on the whole of his life and his own confrontation with mortality. The realized ambitions of this poem exemplify the poet’s impressive range. Assimilating centuries of Arabic poetic forms and applying the chisel of modern sensibility to the richly veined ore of