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gosh this is a toughie, blessings upon u. here's what immediately comes to mind... criteria being Must Fit within a single square screenshot / 2 verses max. honorable mention to paul celan sappho catullus and yeats
Despite My Efforts Even My Prayers Have Turned into Threats by Kaveh Akbar
Holy father I can’t pretend I’m not afraid to see you again but I’ll say that when the time comes I believe my courage will expand like a sponge cowboy in water. My earth- father was far braver than me — coming to America he knew no English save Rolling Stones lyrics and how to say thanks God. Will his goodness roll over to my tab and if yes, how soon? I’m sorry for neglecting your myriad signs, which seem obvious now as a hawk’s head on an empty plate. I keep waking up at the bottom of swimming pools, the water reflecting whatever I miss most: whiskey- glass, pill bottles, my mother’s oleander, which was sweet and evergreen but toxic in all its parts. I know it was silly to keep what I kept from you; you’ve always been so charmed by my weaknesses. I just figured you were becoming fed up with all your making, like a virtuoso trying not to smash apart her flute onstage. Plus, my sins were practically devotional: two peaches stolen from a bodega, which were so sweet I savored even the bits I flossed out my teeth. I know it’s no excuse, but even thinking about them now I’m drooling. Consider the night I spent reading another man’s lover the Dream Songs in bed — we made it to “a green living / drops limply” before we were tangled into each other, cat still sleeping at our feet. Allow me these treasures, Lord. Time will break what doesn’t bend — even time. Even you.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/90975/despite-my-efforts-even-my-prayers-have-turned-into-threats
Firethorn
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We have existed for so much longer than we have had words for what we are, we’re soldiers, we are caregivers, we are lovers, we are artists, we are alive
some day the sun will shine on our faces but for now we cannot forget to bask in our own light, in the light of our siblings, of our lovers, of our family, or of our friends. it is the light of love and the light of hope that we must keep kindred and burning, they can take a lot, but they can’t take our hope, our will or our love. whatever we do we must love, we must laugh, we must hope, we must live
Hawthorn Pomes
Vibrant red pomes on a hawthorn branch, adding a splash of colour amongst the trees in Glapthorn Cow Pastures.
Young Mahmoud Darwish, (Palestinian poet and writer)
محمود درويش في شبابه، شاعر القضية الفلسطينية
His Life:
Mahmoud Darwish was born in "Al Birweh" Palestine (1941), During the establishment of the State of "Israel" in (1948), his village was destroyed and his family fled to Lebanon. As a young man, Darwish faced house arrest and imprisonment for his political activism and for publicly reading his poetry. - Darwish published his first work of poetry "Wingless Birds" in (1964), when he was 19.
His Poems:
I am from there, I am from here. I am not there, and I am not here. I have two names, which meet and part. And I have two languages, I forget which
We love life if we find a way to it. And we plant, where we settle, some fast growing plants, and harvest the dead. We play the flute like the color of the faraway, sketch over the dirt corridor a neigh. We write our names one stone at a time, O lightning brighten the night. We love life if we find a way to it…
If the canary doesn't sing to you my friend know that you are the warden of your prison
- Translated by Fady Joudah