 The eternal poet dies not. His words ring in my ears. He had a way with words. His love for his mother tongue and motherland was proverbial. He had a fascination with Palestine, his native land. He loved it with a passion. The bard once sang that his country was not luggage and that he was no traveller. He has, however, travelled. And, we shall miss the man with a special mission. Mahmoud Darwish was the soul, the very conscience of the Palestinian people. parent page (14 - 20 August 2008, issue #910) |