I'm reading this poem right after seeing another poet, Mosab Abu Toha, make desperate pleas to the Instagram-world to help his wife's family. They are in Northern Gaza, under the rubble.
Ahhh. Even without being aware of that, the connection comes through clearly. And I have so much gratitude that poetry is a part of what's feeling most human and compassionate to me these days. Thank you, Shambhavi.
I'm reading this poem right after seeing another poet, Mosab Abu Toha, make desperate pleas to the Instagram-world to help his wife's family. They are in Northern Gaza, under the rubble.
"Your grief is shredding the fabric of the world
to reveal the real world.
The fact that you keep on
pleading is an austerity beyond all austerities
and a mercy beyond all mercies."
These lines are searing.
Amber, I actually wrote this poem in response to Mosab's pleas over the past two weeks. xoxo S
Ahhh. Even without being aware of that, the connection comes through clearly. And I have so much gratitude that poetry is a part of what's feeling most human and compassionate to me these days. Thank you, Shambhavi.