They held up a stone.
I said, "Stone."
Smiling they said, "Stone."
They showed me a tree.
I said, "Tree."
Smiling they said, "Tree."
They shed a man's blood.
I said, "Blood."
Smiling they said, "Paint."
They shed a man's blood.
I said, "Blood."
Smiling they said, "Paint."
copyright (c) Dannie Abse, Adapted from the Hebrew of Amir Gilboa, 1982
Monday, 23 June 2008
Blood not paint ...
Publié par Jane à l'adresse 19:04
Libellés : poetry, Solidarity
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