Ways of Rebelling
Who needs to be at peace in the world? It helps to be between wars, to die a few times each day to understand your father’s sky, as you take it apart piece by piece and can’t feel anything, can’t feel the tree growing under your feet, the eyes poking night only to find another night to compare it to. Whoever heard of turning pain into hummingbirds or red birds — haven’t we grown? What does it mean to be older? Maybe a house with-out doors can still survive a storm. Maybe I can’t find the proper way to rebel or damn it, I can’t leave. I want to, but you grow inside of me. And as I watch you, before I know it, I’m too heavy, too full of you to move.
Maybe that’s what they meant when they said you shouldn’t love a country too much.
Nathalie Handal, The Republics (University of Pittsburgh Press), 2015.
Anthony, your poems are helping me more than I can say. Thank you.
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Your comments help me in the same way Alisa.
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I mean Ailsa
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Thanks for noticing! 🙂
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Slip of the keyboard 😬
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Anthony, I am hanging on to every poem in what is a dark Advent for me. Thank you.
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thank you so much for saying so Ann. I wish you light. Anthony
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