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illyricvm's review
5.0
“In my solitude, I scream out loud –
not to wake everybody from their deep sleep,
but to shake myself from my own captive imagination!”
“All you who stay up late, aren’t you sick of watching
the glitter in our salt,
the glowing roses in our wounds?
Hasn’t this gone on long enough?”
“Peace, elegy for a youth hit squarely in the heart
not by bullets or a bomb, but by a woman’s beauty-mark.
Peace, a song for life itself
sung by a tassel of living wheat.”
not to wake everybody from their deep sleep,
but to shake myself from my own captive imagination!”
“All you who stay up late, aren’t you sick of watching
the glitter in our salt,
the glowing roses in our wounds?
Hasn’t this gone on long enough?”
“Peace, elegy for a youth hit squarely in the heart
not by bullets or a bomb, but by a woman’s beauty-mark.
Peace, a song for life itself
sung by a tassel of living wheat.”
ihashem's review
4.0
Pleasantly surprised by the fact that this was a bilingual book. For a bilingual reader; (but not proficient enough to read the pure Arabic) life is given to the cold and empty translations, it adds to the emotions Darwish is trying to portray.
Darwish uses the siege to portray, not only the geographical struggle but physical and psychological effects of siege on every day life and beyond.
''At the brink of death, he says: I have nothing to lose. Free, here at least I'm close to my freedom and tomorrow is at hand. In a while, I'll bond with my life and be reborn without parents: free!''
Darwish uses the siege to portray, not only the geographical struggle but physical and psychological effects of siege on every day life and beyond.
''At the brink of death, he says: I have nothing to lose. Free, here at least I'm close to my freedom and tomorrow is at hand. In a while, I'll bond with my life and be reborn without parents: free!''
illyricvm's review against another edition
5.0
“In my solitude, I scream out loud –
not to wake everybody from their deep sleep,
but to shake myself from my own captive imagination!”
“All you who stay up late, aren’t you sick of watching
the glitter in our salt,
the glowing roses in our wounds?
Hasn’t this gone on long enough?”
“Peace, elegy for a youth hit squarely in the heart
not by bullets or a bomb, but by a woman’s beauty-mark.
Peace, a song for life itself
sung by a tassel of living wheat.”
not to wake everybody from their deep sleep,
but to shake myself from my own captive imagination!”
“All you who stay up late, aren’t you sick of watching
the glitter in our salt,
the glowing roses in our wounds?
Hasn’t this gone on long enough?”
“Peace, elegy for a youth hit squarely in the heart
not by bullets or a bomb, but by a woman’s beauty-mark.
Peace, a song for life itself
sung by a tassel of living wheat.”
arash_maba's review against another edition
5.0
کتاب پنج از پنجه مطمئناً ولی ترجمه شاید سه از پنج. ترجمهی بدی نیست ولی زیادی ادا داره.