The Angel of Creation
It strikes at my head from within:
A divine creature competing with its inventor.
It is never victorious, but sometimes
is almost equal. We meet
in the cold or the heat, when it
explodes in front of me, breaks into a space
where there are no boundaries, in which it creates
new worlds, which distance themselves
from me faster and faster.
And then the universe changes. There is almost
no present. In the past was the flood,
after that confusion, after that order,
the work of human hands. That is,
not perfect. Resembling chaos.
But filled to the brim with hope.
A Minority in Europe
Only a statistical minority in Europe
still enjoys artwork describing
Jews using the blood of
a Christian child at Passover.
For the statistical majority this question is of no interest.
Only a statistical minority
headed by Ernest Bevin
continued humiliating Jews after the war.
The statistical majority of the Labour Party
continued referring to Israel by the name: Palestine.
Only a statistical minority
censures the leader of Iran
for calling for the destruction of Israel.
The statistical majority ignores this
and continues to sell him arms.
Only a statistical minority supplied Swedish steel
to the Nazi war machine.
The statistical majority in our times,
for the meantime, wants peace
and supports Muslim methods
for turning Israel into a country of all its citizens
and for rekindling the story about the blood of the Christian child.
A Young Smile
Lightning lights up the world.
Intense thunder shakes up
heavens. A new sun
appears, and the sea erupts.
String instruments tremble,
keyboards move,
melodies are stretched out.
A sonata makes its way into the world.
A harmonic deviation
begets a wholeness
that contains the unrest
of an endless melody.
She and he ate from the
Tree of Knowledge, and a river erupts,
a river of lava, of molten basalt
encircles a snarled olive tree.
A young smile kindles the face of
Leonardo da Vinci.
Translated by Donna Bossin
