Is the second son of a family of five sons and three daughters, was born in 1941 in the village of Al (a Palestinian village destroyed, the place today Village Ahehud, located 12.5 kilometers east coast plain of Acre), and in 1948 fled to Lebanon when he was seven years old and stayed there one year, then returned to Palestine offside and stayed in the village of Deir al-Assad (north of the town in the Galilee, the glory of Chrome) for a short time later settled in the new village (north-west of his home village - Barwa -)
Completed his primary education after his return from Lebanon in the School of Dari al-Assad in disguise, it was feared to be subjected to exile again if he revealed is infiltrating, and lived that time deprived of their nationality, either secondary education Vtlqah in the village of Kafr Yasif (2 km north of the new).
Joined by Mahmoud Darwish, the Communist Party in Israel, after the termination of his secondary education, his life was a type of poetry and articles in newspapers such as the "Union" and magazines such as "new" which later became supervisor of the editing, both belonging to the Communist Party, also participated in the Liberation newspaper dawn.
Not safe from harassment by the occupation, where he was arrested more than once since 1961 on charges relating to his words and his political activities, until 1972, when it fled to Egypt and then moved to Lebanon where he worked in publishing institutions and studies of the Palestine Liberation Organization, has resigned Mahmoud Darwish of the Executive Committee of the Organization Liberation Alandjaja the Oslo Accords.
Served as President of the Association of writers and journalists, the Palestinians and the free magazine in Caramel, and dwelt in
Paris before returning to his homeland where he entered a statement to Israel to visit his mother, and in his time
There are presented some members of the Israeli Knesset Arabs and Jews, a proposal to allow him to stay in his homeland, has allowed him to do so. Mahmoud Darwish, and got a number of awards, including:
Lotus Award in 1969.
Mediterranean Prize in 1980.
Shield of the Palestinian revolution in 1981.
Panel to Europe for Poetry in 1981.
Avicenna Prize in the Soviet Union in 1982.
Award of Lenin in the Soviet Union in 1983.
Mahmoud Darwish is a poet of resistance pushed the Palestinian, and passed his hair in several stages.
Some of his writings:
Birds Without Wings (Poetry).
Olive leaf (poetry).
A Lover from Palestine (poetry).
Last night (poetry).
Soft rain in the fall of a remote (poetry).
Diary of the normal grief (thoughts and stories).
Diary of a Palestinian wounded (poetry).
Baby who rises (poetry).
Try No. 7 (poetry).
Love or not love you (Poetry).
Eulogy to High Shadow (poetry).
Is a song is a song ... (Poetry).
Do not apologize for what I did (poetry).
I see what I want (poetry)
Birds die in the Galilee.
That voice, and this is suicidal lover.
Siege to praise the sea (poetry).
Something from home (poetry).
Or the flower of almond or beyond (poetry)
Goodbye Dear war and peace Goodbye (Articles).
And many others ...
Masterpieces of Darwish
A Lover from Palestine
Eyes thorn in the heart
Tojni .. and Oabdha
Protect her from the wind and
And Oghamdha behind the night and aches .. Oghamdha
Lights one wound light bulbs
And makes the attendees own tomorrow
From my dearest Ali
And forget, after a while, in an interview eye for an eye
Szczecin time we were behind, the door, two!
Your words are the song
And I was trying to Song
But the misery took pity spring
Your words .. Calcnono flew from my home
Migrated our front door, and our doorstep autumn
Behind you, he wants and longing ..
And broken Mraiyana
Alvin became grief
And fragments of Mlmna sound!
Not only good at home Elegy
Snnzaaha together in the heart of Guitar
According to surface afflicted us, Snazvha
Satellites to be distorted and stones ..
But I forgot .. Forgot your unknown Audio:
Death, echoes of guitar .. Or Smte?!
I saw you yesterday in the port
Traveling without their parents .. Without increased
I ran to you as orphans,
Ask the wisdom of grandparents:
Why withdraw Biyara Green
To prison, to exile, to the port
And remains, despite her
Perfumes and despite the salts and longings,
Always stay green?
And write in my diary:
I like orange. And I hate port
Abizaid and in my diary:
On the port
Stood. And the eyes of the world of winter
And Akecrpalbertqal us. And rear the desert!
I saw you in the mountains of thorns
Sponsor without sheep
Chase, and in ruins ..
And you my garden, and I'm strange house
More accurate door, my heart
To my heart ..
The door and window and cement and stones!
I saw you in vats of water and wheat
Broken. I saw you in the night maid cafes
I saw tears in the beam and the wound.
You and other lung my chest ..
You are the voice in my lips ..
And you water, you're fired!
I saw you at the door of the cave .. When Dar
Hanging on the clothesline clothes Oitamk
I saw you in fireplaces .. In the streets ..
In stables .. In the blood of the sun
I saw you in songs orphanhood and misery!
I saw you fill the sea salt and sand
Such as land and I was pretty .. Such as children .. Kfil
And I swear:
Of eyelashes will sew a handkerchief
And engrave it for your eyes
And name when Osekaya Vwada melted a slow ..
Extend bowers Ike ..
I will write of the martyrs among the most expensive and kisses:
"Palestinian was .. and still!"
I opened the door and window on the night of hurricane
I long for my mother's bread
My mother's coffee
Childhood memories grow up in me
Day after day
I must be worth my life
At the hour of my death
Worth the tears of my mother.
And if I come back one day
Take me as a veil to your eyelashes
Cover my bones with the grass
Blessed by your footsteps
Bind us together
With a lock of your hair
With a thread that trails from the back of your dress
I might become immortal
Become a God
If I touch the depths of your heart.
If I come back
Use me as wood to feed your fire
As the clothesline on the roof of your house
Without your blessing
I am too weak to stand.
I am old
Give me back the star maps of childhood
So that I
Along with the swallows
Can chart the path
Back to your waiting nest