Poem
Mois Benarroch
On my going up to the Land of Israel
The time has come to talk about this:I didn’t come here. My parents brought me.
I didn’t adjust. I pretended.
I didn’t become a Zionist. Almost the opposite.
I’m shouting because I have no place to go.
Despite all of the above, I care.
Don’t ask me how.
If I weren’t Jewish, I’d be anti-Semitic.
I know it isn’t nice to hear.
It isn’t nice to say.
© Translation: 2010, Lisa Katz
עלייתי לארץ ישראל
עלייתי לארץ ישראל
© 2005, Mois Benarroch
From: Bilingual Poems
Publisher: Moben, Jerusalem
From: Bilingual Poems
Publisher: Moben, Jerusalem
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On my going up to the Land of Israel
The time has come to talk about this:I didn’t come here. My parents brought me.
I didn’t adjust. I pretended.
I didn’t become a Zionist. Almost the opposite.
I’m shouting because I have no place to go.
Despite all of the above, I care.
Don’t ask me how.
If I weren’t Jewish, I’d be anti-Semitic.
I know it isn’t nice to hear.
It isn’t nice to say.
© 2010, Lisa Katz
From: Bilingual Poems
From: Bilingual Poems
On my going up to the Land of Israel
The time has come to talk about this:I didn’t come here. My parents brought me.
I didn’t adjust. I pretended.
I didn’t become a Zionist. Almost the opposite.
I’m shouting because I have no place to go.
Despite all of the above, I care.
Don’t ask me how.
If I weren’t Jewish, I’d be anti-Semitic.
I know it isn’t nice to hear.
It isn’t nice to say.
© 2010, Lisa Katz
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