Hame-comin - by
Hame, hame, hame on the truck,
/ the wheels grind their grumly air, …
home
The Yellow House - by
The house
/ yellow
/ windows everywhere without panes
/ pure…
Ever Northwards - by
A few more looks over
/ my breeze-polished shoulders
/ and I shall be home.
/
/ The spilled-over
/ window deepens with every gaze.
/ On the island
/ which incessantly…
from Tell Them - by
I prepared the package
/ for my friends in the states
/ the dangling earrings woven
/ into half moons black pearls glinting
/ like an eye in…
Returning to Tel Aviv - by
This is a place I like to know
/ with the ease of love,
/ gliding slow along the way –
/ these streets of white…
So Much for Mañana - by
After twenty years in the mainland
/ Mother’s gone back to the Island
/ to let her skin
/ melt from her bones
/ under her native sun.
/ She…
‘My Belarus with cornflowers blooming . . .’ - by
My Belarus with cornflowers blooming,
/ my land of camomile!
/ I’m no ‘new Belarusian’ woman,
/ I cling to ‘older’ style.
/ Not by broad path, but…
Constrói-me a casa… - by
Constrói-me a casa
/ Com o barro de dentro
/ Entrelaça o colmo
/
/ Guarda dos caminhos
/ Guardião do fogo
/
/ Fixa um tronco aqui
/ E outro ali
/ Prepara…
Namibia - by
I’ve returned here for many a reason
/ I’ll certainly live here for many a season
/ Like thousands of others I hear its…
La Casa - by
a mia padre
/
/ Esta es la casa. Las ventanas abiertas
/ dejan caer la luz y una frágil
/ penumbra se esconde en los rincones.
/ Suaves…
Turakina Street - by
I give you
/ these baskets and ’ei
/ made by my hands
/ in the old style
/ from plastic packing strips
/ my way of keeping alive those…
No. 115 dreams - by
The living room remembers Gran dancing to Count Basie.
/ The kitchen can still hear my aunts fighting on Christmas day.
/ The hall…