Interesting! I am finishing a new
book and have a number of poems in this vein. See this one:
Let us
in
these days
of
old stones
of
harsh sands
of
sounds white hot
of
searing sun
fill
empty wells
dig
deep into hard earth
Let
us circle
this
or that
punctuate
our paces
leave
this land of olives
depart
before the departed
Let
us be pilgrims
uncovered
pray
against
Allah
or Yahweh
seek
our own light
in
these ruins
hide
under crumbling arches
paint
new languages
scar
our souls into mosaics
Let
us silence songs from our ancestors
plant
wild wheat
find
new waters
in
lands undiscovered
Let
us take our own gods by force
baptize
ourselves
with
our own hands
lie
together on foreign soil
in
tent or yurt
under
open night
---Paulette
Swartzfager
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