Poet Jane Hirshfield said "... the feeling I have about poem-writing (is) that it is always an exploration, of discovering something I didn't already know.  Who I am shifts from moment to moment, year to year.  What I can perceive does as well.  A new poem peers into mystery, into whatever lies just beyond the edge of knowable ground."

I bring a different poem to the writing classes each week, not only to inspire but to introduce new poets to the group members.

The Prison Cell by Mahmud Darwish

It is possible…
It is possible at least sometimes…
It is possible especially now
To ride a horse
Inside a prison cell
And run away…

It is possible for prison walls
To disappear,
For the cell to become a distant land
Without frontiers:

  –What did you do with the walls?
  –I gave them back to the rocks.
  –And what did you do with the ceiling?
  –I turned it into a saddle.
  –And your chain?
  –I turned it into a pencil.

The prison guard got angry.
He put an end to my dialogue.
He said he didn't care for poetry,
And bolted the door of my cell.

He came back to see me
In the morning,
He shouted at me:

  –Where did all this water come from?
  –I brought it from the Nile.
  –And the trees?
  –From the orchards of Damascus.
  –And the music?
  –From my heartbeat.

The prison guard got mad;
He put an end to my dialogue.
He said he didn't like my poetry,
And bolted the door of my cell.

But he returned in the evening:

  –Where did this moon come from?
  –From the nights of Baghdad.
  –And the wine?
  –From the vineyards of Algiers.
  –And this freedom?
  –From the chain you tied me with last night.

The prison guard grew so sad…
He begged me to give him back
His freedom. 

(translated by Ben Bennani)
  ~ from This Same Sky: A Collection of Poems from around the World   
selected by Naomi Shihab Nye, (Aladdin, 1992)


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