Israel, November 2016
The land of Holy
Geula Hamilevski
Poetic Heart of TEL AVIV
kindest writer
'TO STOP FOR A MOMENT' (2010)
'LOOK BEFORE YOU LEAP' (2012)
offered hospitality
vegetable juice
herb paddies
with scents from the long gone past
LITERARY TA
Her wise words
interpreted vibrant TA
OLD
CITY OF JAFFA,
a more Muslim populated area,
Muslims go freely all over TA….
a more Muslim populated area,
Muslims go freely all over TA….
modern scriptures
baring words
in white on blue, on stone
A view from a port
Jaffa
as the stones and spume smile
to the changes over the years
Every sun set
another bag of thoughts
ingredients for the next day's peacemeal
(as in piecemeal ....)
baring words
in white on blue, on stone
A view from a port
Jaffa
as the stones and spume smile
to the changes over the years
Every sun set
another bag of thoughts
ingredients for the next day's peacemeal
(as in piecemeal ....)
the beauty softly lighten the faces
I experienced the magic
the philosophy of patience
growth...... in this land........ of overcoming….
of bigger than life days
of stronger than resilience nights
the indescribable electricity of life
the philosophy of patience
growth...... in this land........ of overcoming….
of bigger than life days
of stronger than resilience nights
the indescribable electricity of life
‘Of Three Or Four In A Room’
By Yehuda Amichai
(Translated from the Hebrew by Chana Bloch and Stephen Mitchell)
Of three or four in a room
there is always one who stands beside the window.
He must see the evil among thorns
and the fires on the hill.
And how people who went out of their houses whole
are given back in the evening like small change.
Of three of four or four in a room
there is always one who stands beside the window,
his dark hair above his thoughts.
Behind him, words.
And in front of him, voices wandering without a knapsack,
hearts without provisions, prophecies without water,
large stones that have been returned
and stay sealed, like letters that have no
light, sand, sea, frangrances and
flavours, some more bitter or others sweet…..
a simple day,
attempting senses rather than meaning,
understanding and accepting who I am
and how days have forged who I have come to be ……..
a simple day,
attempting senses rather than meaning,
understanding and accepting who I am
and how days have forged who I have come to be ……..
Karine
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