I have learned and dismantled all the words in order to draw from them a
single word: Home.
— Mahmoud Darwish, from “I Belong There
”, translated by Munir Akash and Carolyn Forché
The sunlight didn’t break, we are broken,
the word “broken” is broken.
— Yehuda Amichai, from “Yom Kippur”, translated by Chana Bloch
For when I found the throneroom
festooned with pelvis bones,
the twin-fingered god on whose nether lip I hung
a kiss, a crape-gartered barb,
was you — you the pursued, yours
the bull’s head draped with fragrant lash-black hair.
— Peter Kline, from “Minotaur
The world is gone, I must carry you.
— Paul Celan, from “Vast, glowing vault”, (trans. Michael Hamburger)
The moon has your name memorised: the curl of your back, your face, an open book.
— Vona Groarke, from “Tonight of Yesterday”