By Mahmoud Darwish
If I Were a Hunter
If a hunter I were
I’d give the gazelle
a chance, and another,
and a third, and a tenth,
to doze a little. My share
of the ***** would be
peace of mind under
her dozing head.
I have the power to vanquish
but that I relinquish,
and I become as pure
as the water where
she comes for a drink.
If a hunter I were
a fraternity I’d declare
with the gazelle:
“Don’t be scared of the rifle,
wretched sister, it’s a trifle.”
And we would listen, safe from harm,
to the wolf’s howls in a distant farm.
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 3:49 AM UTC
By Mahmoud Darwish
If I Were a Hunter
If a hunter I were
I’d give the gazelle
a chance, and another,
and a third, and a tenth,
to doze a little. My share
of the ***** would be
peace of mind under
her dozing head.
I have the power to vanquish
but that I relinquish,
and I become as pure
as the water where
she comes for a drink.
If a hunter I were
a fraternity I’d declare
with the gazelle:
“Don’t be scared of the rifle,
wretched sister, it’s a trifle.”
And we would listen, safe from harm,
to the wolf’s howls in a distant farm.
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