Mahmoud Darwish is dead. The great poet of Palestinian displacement died in a Houston hospital after open-heart surgery. In a poem in his 2006 “Diary,” Darwish writes,

If you were told: you’re going to die here this evening

What would you do in the remaining time?

… I realize how my life

Is about to leave me to stay with the living here

And I do not question what will fill the gap.

At the beginning of the US invasion of Iraq, Darwish wrote, in the anguished Nothing but Iraq:

… Indeed, poetry is

tribulation

And exile

Twins … and we didn’t dream of more

than a life as life

and to die in our own way:

Iraq, Iraq, Nothing But Iraq.