Poem

“Poems Responsible For Themselves”

Translation: Raphael Cohen

One who thinks himself above people
has conspired with the nothingness inside.

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A rich man and a poor man are quarrelling over a river.
In our capitalist times, no arbiter can give them justice
except the water.

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Because he is lion of the skies
out of pride, he does not flap his wings likes the birds
this eagle.

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Because I work in construction
I’m an expert in poems
of constructive destruction.

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A good poet must
be the sun
in winter.

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If my words speak volumes
my eyes explicate.

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After finishing a poem, I recite it
as if I were a tree
that recites its fruit when they ripen

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We beseech the world to liberate us from occupation
as if we were thirsty and standing
at the Dead Sea.

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If my mother is a sea and my father a valley
I am like that valley
winding my way
to extinction.

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During byzantine arguments, silence
is the better part of reason.

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Politicians love the night
not for its dark eyes
but because it hides their faces while
they address the people.

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Those who leave take something of us with them
for in their absence the tears fall
and follow them.

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In a snow-filled forest
I see the tracks of lionesses stalking a gazelle
At the end of the trail there is always a patch of blood.
Our lives are like that, we humans.

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If the bug-eyed Jahiz had lived in our days
his eyes would have popped right out.

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As we grow up, we spend less time in front of the mirror.
Here is comprehensive school
and this is the first lesson.

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Where will you take me, O Lord
if I commit a sin
in Heaven?

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If you took the place of the Mediterranean Sea,
so close to us, then dear Ocean
you would not be Pacific.

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When I grow old, I won’t write pious poetry.
I’m not like those who find religion at the end of their days
a diplomat with God.

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Those who live with you
don’t come to respect you because of your years
but because of your experiences.

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When the eagle fails to catch the rabbit, he says to him,
“Only joking.”
That’s the approach of birds of prey
and America.

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The Palestinian does not bend in submission
but as the bow of struggle
awaiting an archer.

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Finally!
Wise plants grow on our graves
not rising upwards to heaven, where lies the secret of death
but growing downwards seeking who planted
their life.

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