Salman Masalha
W. H. Auden ||
Refugee Blues
Say this city has ten million souls,Some are living in mansions,
some are living in holes:Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's
no place for us.Once we had a country and we thought it fair,Look
in the atlas and you'll find it there:We cannot go there now, my dear, we
cannot go there now.In the village churchyard...
Fady Joudah || Two Poems
Fady Joudah ||
Two Poems
Sleeping Trees Between what should and what should not beEverything
is liable to explode. Many timesI was told
who has no land has no sea. My fatherLearned to fly in a dream.
This is the storyOf a sycamore tree he used to climbWhen he was
young to watch the rain. Sometimes it rained so hard it hurt.
...
Vivian Eden || WANDERING JEWS
Vivian Eden ||WANDERING JEWS
Uncle Mendel, who had hair likeDavid Ben Gurion, was a
payntner,walls, not pictures. Afraid of heights, he wouldn't
climb ladders or paint above the second floor. In New York. Short
on dollars, he saved a dime.One Jewish New Year,
Roish Hashona,Mendel...
Death Retouched
Salman Masalha ||Death Retouched All around
pain is aflame From the desert to the sea. Here my blood is now fair
game, This land, an abyss for me....
A government of poetic justice
Israel election results: Letting Gantz form Israel's next government would be
poetic just...
W. H. Auden || Funeral Blues
W. H. Auden ||Funeral BluesStop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public...
