“I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a single word: Home.”  Mahmoud Darwish, Unfortunately, It Was Paradise: Selected Poems Your eyes are a thorn in my heart Inflicting pain, yet I cherish that thorn And shield it from the wind. I sheathe it in my flesh, I sheathe it, protecting it from night and agony, And its wound lights the lanterns, Its tomorrow makes my… Read More

With the largest number of migrants the world has ever seen – 244 million in 2015 – people who are displaced by exile, violence, poverty and environmental issues resulting from climate change, it’s hard not to think of poets like Darwish who lived or live large portions of their lives in exile from their homelands. “. . . he says I am from there, I am from here, but I am neither… Read More