From the page: "At one of Darwish's last performances, in July 2008, the audience in Ramallah received him as though they suspected it might be the last time they would see him. They stood up like the fragrant spruce trees he often plants in his poetry. "Think of others," he told them.
As you prepare your breakfast, think of others. Don't forget to feed the pigeons. As you conduct your wars, think of others. Don't forget those who want peace. As you pay your water bill, think of others. Think of those who only have clouds to drink from. As you go home, your own home, think of others. Don't forget those who live in tents. As you sleep and count the planets, think of others. There are people who have no place to sleep. As you liberate yourself with metaphors, think of others. Those who have lost their right to speak. And as you think of distant others, think of yourself and say, "I wish I were a candle in the darkness.""
Sep 17, 9:44am
