Rashid Alkhaldi - Remembering Darwish
Rashid Alkhaldi - Remembering Darwish
Mahmud Darwish was one of the nest poets of his entire generation
in Palestine certainly, possibly in the Arab world, and perhaps even beyond.
In part this was because he incarnated in his personal itinerary all the many
dimensions of the Palestinian experience, to which he gave such eloquent
voice. Born in Mandate Palestine, Darwish experienced expulsion, ight, and
the loss of his home as a small child. He grew up in Galilee as an internal
refugee living in a village next door to his destroyed natal village of al-Birwa,
under the harshmilitary rule imposedfor nearly twodecades onthe Palestinians
inside Israel. His education included a spell in an Israeli prisonthat training
ground of Palestinian militants and intellectualswhere he wrote one of his
most famous poems, Sajjil ana arabi (Record! I Am an Arab; published in
English under the title Identity Card). He then experienced exile, notably for
over ten years in Beirut when the PLO was located there.
RASHID KHALIDI is the editor of the Journal of Palestine Studies.
Thinking the Unthinkable: A Sovereign Palestinian State, Foreign Affairs 56, no. 4
(July 1978), pp. 695713.
REMEMBERING MAHMUD DARWISH 77
Today, the ablest of those political leaders have passed on: Yasir Arafat,
George Habash, Salah Khalaf, Khalil al-Wazir, Haydar Abd al-Sha, Mamdouh
Nofal, and others. At the same time, several members of an inuential gen-
eration of Palestinian intellectuals and cultural gures have also disappeared.
With them may have disappeared the possibility of this form of historic com-
promise with the Israelis over Palestine, based on a partition of the land both
peoples consider their own, however unjust any such Solomonic judgment
would necessarily be.
Perhaps Mahmud Darwishs sadness derived from his intuitive understand-
ing that the vision for the future that he and others did so much to elaborate and
to establish as the shared vision of the Palestinian people would not truly be ac-
cepted by those to whom it was so generously offered. Perhaps he understood
that an entirely new vision of how to share one land between two peoples, to
be elaborated by a new generation, was needed. Perhaps he knew this from
the beginning, with his acute sense of the meaning of political words, which
was at the core of so much of his poetry, and with his sharp understanding of
Israeli domestic politics. And perhaps he only realized it toward the end.
If the latter is the case, Mahmud Darwish may have died not only from
complications after heart surgery, but also from a broken heart. For surely this
visionary poet understood how much suffering the rejection of this vision and
the consequent fashioning and implementation of a newone would necessarily
entail for all concerned, and how long and complex that process might be,
notwithstanding the glib assurances of all of thoseon all sideswho have
spurned it. Two enemies stuck together in a hole, victim and victimizer, with
no idea of the scenario necessary to get them out of it: His last poem provided
the perfect metaphor for the situation he saw so clearly.