Honoured E-Book

Yvonne Green

• Herausgeber: The Poetry Business
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 30

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

"These poems draw you in, gently but firmly, with telling detail and great emotional power. You share what Yvonne Green observes -- very beautifully -- about day-to-day experience; appreciate what she has personally learnt about suffering; and reflect with her on the contribution poetry can make to understanding (perhaps even resolving) the world's problems. Honoured, as well as being the title of a harrowing individual poem about female martyrdom, is well-chosen as the title of the book honouring the reader with its intelligence and compassion -- and with the occasional agreeable surprise." Alan Brownjohn "These are vital, fiercely moving poems, alive with the danger, fear, violence and loss of a diaspora. Yvonne Green invites us to "....know about coming from a country that doesn't exist" and takes us beyond borders and language in her expansive, profoundly relevant exploration of identity and the meaning of 'home'." Josephine Corcoran

Leseprobe

Honoured

Acknowledgements

Many thanks to the following who have published or broadcast some of these poems.

And Other Poems website (andotherpoems.wordpress.com),Brittle Star, Buxton Poetry Competition, Campaign To Free Gilad Shalit, Cardinal Points, Gold Dust Magazine (youtube.com/watch?v=1xuA9sCCaz8), Ha’aretz, Ha’aretz.com, Jerusalem Post, Jewish Quarterly, Jewish Renaissance, Joker Magazine, JW3 (youtube.com/watch?v=9UVkhAjlu_8),londongrip.co.uk, PN Review, Poems In The Waiting Room, Poetry Please BBC Radio 4,

Published 2015 by Smith|Doorstop Books

an imprint of The Poetry Business

Campo House

54 Campo Lane

Sheffield S1 2EG

www.poetrybusiness.co.uk

Copyright & poems © Yvonne Green 2015

The moral rights of the author of have been asserted

ISBN 978-1-912196-98-2

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The Poetry Business gratefully acknowledges the help of Arts Council England.

Contents

This Is Not Your History

An End

This Is Not Your History

Bare Hands

There Ought To Be A Song 1

Builders

First Generation

Oil Slick

Road Mender

Magic Carpet

‘She Wants To Land The Balloon’

Old Recipes

That Kind Of War

That Kind Of War

The Poetry Of Propaganda

War Poem

Shooting Into The Corner

Akyn

Barrels

Gurs

Welcome To Britain

There Ought To Be A Song 2

Avsonia

Think Of Her

Think Of Her

‘Keep Your Hands Busy’

It’s Good To Love

The Mothers

The Pram In The Hall

Earrings

Lesson

Concert

Guests

The Urge To Walk

Year

Honoured

A Waiting Room

How Did They Choose?

How To Beat Your Wife

Munir

Pleureuse

Dina

Hannah and Elkanah

Labour

Honoured

In a Hotel Lobby

Advice

Jews

Sabena Spielrein

Korczak

1956

Mishkenot Sha’ananim: Yemin Moshe

Gilad Shalit

Jews

Arab Spring

Syria

Seder

The Hendonists

Languaged

Glossary

Notes

For Kayla and Lilia

This Is Not Your History

An End

Charcoal from her pencils

smoulders in the brascenos,

where, long ago, boards

replaced windows,

and fathers sealed front doors

while mothers sewed up leg-slits

in hearth-blankets,

then bibbed their children

face-to-the-fumes.

This Is Not Your History

You surrender to my music,

story, food, unconsciously.

Forget your own. Afraid

it will control you.

We make war and love,

differently to you.

Pepper, salt, and hyssop,

change things and God

has many names.

Not-God, many explanations.

A slice mimed above the head,

across the throat. An eye lidded.

Fingers touched to thumb.

Only look. What you hear

can tell you. But you

see your own way.

Bare Hands

Just that, nothing more, no internet,

facebook, mobile, knitting needles,

rolling pin, sledgehammer, hopes.

Just her silent palms face upward, ask,

what will I teach my children

now the world’s new again,

speaks different languages,

talks to each other,

knows when liars or the confused

try to set the path?Just feel.

Just that she mustn’t spoil.

There Ought To Be A Song 1

There ought to be a song about poets

who listen for silence then try to write it

interrupted by things which make them angry

or afraid – afraid’s the hardest to admit.

About paper, pencils and books, the only places

where a day can park itself,