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All the sufferingAll of it Will come to an End The flowers bright with pinkAnd daisies white with joyful innocence Push up Thrust forth With excellent urgency Towards the SpringTo Easter tide And all their roots are Gripped with ecstasy. All the suffering All of itWill come to an End And not justAn ending But…

For the love of a Nazi tea serviceI hear he gave a large sliceOf his barrister’s fee And suddenly I see himHastening his tailored stepTo bring the rustling paper package home At last, to place its treasured contents On the table and unwrap an empireOf porcelain, the most expensive thing he owns. The elegance is…

Bring me the scissors and the golden threadThe pins of silver and whiteAnd I will weave a cloth of starsTo wrap you in tonight. For love creates a word in me That breathes in empty roomsAnd now the veil of absence blowsAnd here the iris blooms. My tears distilled in Venetian glassAs deep as the…

Last night I walked through Brixton Station dead on midnight.The digital clock turned zero. I waited just to watch the 1 appear..The zeros didn’t budge. The 4 noughts stood unmoving in a row. The station strangely empty, I suddenly looked round And had a foolish and a horrid fear that maybe This was it,My time…

Fortitude, Prudence, Temperance, Justice.My four strong sistersThank you for your aid.But now, I ask you with a simple graceTo stop and sit down at the Sabbath Gate. Put down your toolsAnd breathe before you enterFor something greater than yourselves is here. And it is He who will refresh youHe who will provideHe who will require…

The poem maker builds a world in her headAnd in that world we dreamThe change maker builds a world in her headAnd in that world we live The poem maker lives in the change makers worldBut the change maker dreams in the poem makers world The poem maker builds a world in her headAnd in…

A pot of Black Death;The Marmite is checked for bombsIn security. The lime green seatingIn the overpriced cafeResists aesthetics But here come locals!Man: in red feather boaWoman: in gold horns. Welcome to IsraelWhere the door to HolinessSwings on its hinges. Sarah de Nordwall March 1st 2010

From the Hakotel*To the wall of separation**Is a distance of about 1 mile. At the Western WallThe Divine Presence never departsAnd Adam himself was created. Here, 9 metres of concreteStagger for 165 KilometresAnd the pain of powerless anguishStops the heart of humanity. There is writing on the wall,This time not emerging from an angel’s handInterpreted…