Poem
Aharon Shabtai
PASSOVER, 2002
Instead of scaldingyour pots and plates,
take steel wool
to your hearts:
You read the Haggadah
like swine, which
if put before a table
would forage about in the bowl
for parsley and dumplings.
Passover, however,
is stronger than you are.
Go outside and see:
the slaves are rising up,
a brave soul
is burying its oppressor
beneath the sand.
Here is your cruel,
stupid Pharaoh,
dispatching his troops
with their chariots of war,
and here is the sea of Freedom,
which swallows them.
© Translation: 2003, Peter Cole
From: J’Accuse
Publisher: New Directions, , 2003
From: J’Accuse
Publisher: New Directions, , 2003
PASSOVER, 2002
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PASSOVER, 2002
Instead of scaldingyour pots and plates,
take steel wool
to your hearts:
You read the Haggadah
like swine, which
if put before a table
would forage about in the bowl
for parsley and dumplings.
Passover, however,
is stronger than you are.
Go outside and see:
the slaves are rising up,
a brave soul
is burying its oppressor
beneath the sand.
Here is your cruel,
stupid Pharaoh,
dispatching his troops
with their chariots of war,
and here is the sea of Freedom,
which swallows them.
© 2003, Peter Cole
From: J’Accuse
Publisher: 2003, New Directions,
From: J’Accuse
Publisher: 2003, New Directions,
PASSOVER, 2002
Instead of scaldingyour pots and plates,
take steel wool
to your hearts:
You read the Haggadah
like swine, which
if put before a table
would forage about in the bowl
for parsley and dumplings.
Passover, however,
is stronger than you are.
Go outside and see:
the slaves are rising up,
a brave soul
is burying its oppressor
beneath the sand.
Here is your cruel,
stupid Pharaoh,
dispatching his troops
with their chariots of war,
and here is the sea of Freedom,
which swallows them.
© 2003, Peter Cole
From: J’Accuse
Publisher: 2003, New Directions,
From: J’Accuse
Publisher: 2003, New Directions,
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