David Adès: I
I the stubbornness that brooks no argument,
I the prayer, I the lover, I the blessing and the curse,
I the question, I the answer,
December 3, 2024 · 10 Comments
David Adès: Our Griefs
When they were little and not yet anguish
we nurtured our griefs,
we coddled them,
said there, there, things will get better.
November 7, 2024 · 11 Comments
Zeina Azzam, Andy Young, David Adès: Three poems about Gaza
Only the children, terrified, wide-eyed,
have no complicity as we lead them, again,
sacrificial lambs to the slaughter.
October 30, 2023 · 8 Comments
David Adès: These Are the Men
Into the lush gardens of their hearts
they took me,
gardens of unexpected flowerings
amid bracken and tangles of vines
July 8, 2021 · 1 Comment
David Adès: Premonitions of Catastrophe
This was not the burning of witches or heretics
but the burning of a continent
July 7, 2020 · 2 Comments
