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poems – nov 9, 2023 Read Post »
israeli politics, my life in tel aviv, poetry
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weeks after the massacre
1.
No one tells it yet
Not the whole story
How long would it take you
to speak of your child
wounded in the chest
but still breathing
when her arm
is sliced off?
Ah, how could you tell
since this was
the last sight you saw
before you were slaughtered.
No one tells it yet
how it was
with the pretty dancer
that a piece of her skull
was discovered
weeks later
after she was paraded
face down, naked
in a truck
through the streets
of Gaza
3.
When you find
a pair of spines
and only DNA reveals
a father and son
in a final embrace
incinerated
alive,
your mouth
cannot form
words
poem – Nov 3, 2023 Read Post »
blog, israeli politics, my life in tel aviv, poetry
Ronny Sommek
I Am the Severed Head You Do Not Know
My hair is more blond than the sand it rolls over
On my lips crowd words
sharp as the knife
that met my throat.
You who are mesmerized by my eyes,
put a chip on the wheel of fortune
that spins under the eyebrows.
Don’t ask my name and imagine my hands
hugging the body that was so beautiful
beneath my neck
and now cast upon the disgrace of the earth
as if it was no more than a banana peel.
The sun shone, the poet wrote,
and I am barely a model of darkness.
No more.
translated by karen alkalay-gut
blog, israeli politics, my life in tel aviv, poetry
Trying to Love
It’s arduous to think of others when you’re trying to survive,
to share bread with a stranger while your child weeps for food.
It’s arduous to think of others when you’re trying to survive,
It’s arduous to think of others when they threaten your life,
to stretch out your hand to a person while his hand holds a knife.
It’s arduous to think of others when they threaten your life,
My mind wants to write a poem that will teach me the way
My flesh wants to survive even it means others will die
My mind wants to write a poem that will teach me the way.
And I can’t write a punch line for this.
blog, israeli politics, my life in tel aviv, poetry
Regenerating
No sex in wartime,
I always say.
Even a touch of foreplay
brings on the rockets
that give it to us all at once.
Afterward,
everyone who can
makes babies
and give them names
in memory of
