Many have given me sorrow

In  imitation  of   Heine

Many have given me sorrow
many have made me sad
some with the love they bore me
some with the hate they had.

They filled up my cup with poison—
envy, suspicion, doubt:
and many had much to give me
before they left it out!

But the one whose poison made me
sicken and almost die,
gave me neither love nor hatred—
just a cold look in the eye.

You were the one who gave me
vinegar mixed with gall:
a look that went right through me—
you never saw me at all!

In Memory of Rachel Corrie


In Memory of Rachel Corrie

Like all things pure and precious
Like holy bread and wine
I love the radiant Rachel
Who died for Palestine.

Once through a green field drifting
In the doldrums of the day
Watching ravens peck out lambs’ eyes
In their cruel, gloating way:

I remembered, I remembered,
How those raptors vulturine
Seized the land and plagued the people
Of historic Palestine.

How the snipers on the rooftops,
Armed with Uzis, standing tall,
Splash the blood of little children
On the weeping classroom walls.

How the settlers spit on Christians
In the land where Jesus died,
And how those who do the spitting
Have the world upon their side.

How they bulldoze people’s houses
Till the roofs crash on their heads
And the women lie all broken
With their babies in their beds.

How the wolfish killers wander
Through a vale of endless tears
Shooting children in their faces

While the world stands by and cheers.

How the bright-eyed Rachel Corries
Lie in cemeteries dead
While the birds of prey grow fatter—
And the world just turns its head.

Christ, come back and save these children,
Put an end to all their pain!
Put an end to evil Zion!
Palestine, come back again!

Let it pass

Let it pass

Let it pass, let it go
down to where all dead loves flow
lost in time and loath to know.

Angeldear of my delight,
save me from the devil’s spite
and the mad moons of midnight.

Honeybread and wisdom give
and let this craven heart forgive
sins for which it loved to live.

Stella Maris rinse you clean,
bright and shining and pristine,
like the child you might have been.

Tears of sorrow now be shed.
On my shoulder lay your head.
Devilseed, be comforted.




What must I do
to exorcise you?
Show me the way.

— This is what you must do:
you must learn to be true
to your angel today.

You must not look at me
any more. You must flee
my satanic charms;

and find sanctuary
from the drug of me
in your true love’s arms.