Translation of Light / Ruhama Veltfort

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POEMS
Opening
Sandscape
Shrapnel
Lost Child
Brooklyn, 1963
La Sirena
Zhikr
Susan, Number Four

Early Bird Sutra
Why the Boddhisattva Came
   to Battery Street: 7:55 AM

The Lightning-Struck Tower
The Well
Why Monks Are Fat
Retreat
Meada in Two Worlds

Looking at the Vault
   of Heaven

Translations from the Spanish:
Song of the Lovers
Dark Night: Climbing
   Mount Carmel

Flame

 

 

Shrapnel

Embedded like shrapnel
From explosions in forgotten wars
These old wounds lie deep,
Reluctant to be awakened.

But the soul has its own itinerary;
it will not hold still
And with the whole heat of the heart
The flesh seethes, pressing and pushing

Against those sharp, alien fragments,
Goading them to the surface
Cracking through ancient scars
Each jagged piece of slag howls its way out.

As we stretch toward metamorphosis.
Each fragment carries with it
All the fear and pain of impact.
Tears are the solvent —
The only way out is through, and through and up.

   © Ruhama Veltfort, 2010  

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