In a rough, windy night I have been listening To the movements of the wind And forming a kind of poem Without knowing its language. Ruach, I say, using The old biblical word For the...
In a rough, windy night I have been listening To the movements of the wind And forming a kind of poem Without knowing its language. Ruach, I say, using The old biblical word For the...
Poem for Innocent Victims of War You did not die for me Or love or desperation. No-one chipped your names On plaques on peaceful blocks of stone. You are just the useless dead Who mock...
