Life to the Last Drop
#Midnight Poem By Mahmoud Darwish
Life to the Last Drop By Mahmoud Darwish
If someone said to me again:
'Supposing you were to die tomorrow, what would you do?' I wouldn't need any time to reply.
If I felt drowsy, I would sleep.
If I was thirsty, I would drink.
If I was writing, I might like what I was writing and ignore the question.
If I was having lunch, I would add a little mustard and pepper to the slice of grilled meat.
If I was shaving, I might cut my earlobe.
If I was kissing my girlfriend, I would devour her lips as if they were figs.
If I was reading, I would skip a few pages.
If I was peeling an onion, I would shed a few tears.
If I was walking, I would continue walking at a slower pace.
If I existed, as I do now, then I wouldn't think about not existing.
If I didn't exist, then the question wouldn't bother me.
If I was listening to Mozart, I would already be close to the realms of the angels.
If I was asleep, I would carry on sleeping and dream blissfully of gardenias.
If I was laughing, I would cut my laughter by half out of respect for the information.
What else could I do, even if I was braver than an idiot and stronger than Hercules?
Tonight's #midnightpoem is written by Mahmoud Darwish
Mahmoud Darwish (13 March 1941-9 August 2008) was a Palestinian poet and author who was regarded as Palestine's national poet.
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