Sunday, August 06, 2006

Wildpeace



Wildpeace

Not the peace of a cease-fire
not even the vision of the wolf and the lamb,
but rather
as in the heart when the excitement is over
and you can talk only about a great weariness.
I know that I know how to kill, that makes me an adult.
And my son plays with a toy gun that knows
how to open and close its eyes and say Mama.
A peace
without the big noise of beating swords into ploughshares,
without words, without
the thud of the heavy rubber stamp: let it be
light, floating, like lazy white foam.
A little rest for the wounds - who speaks of healing?
(And the howl of the orphans is passed from one generation
to the next, as in a relay race:
the baton never falls.)

Let it come
like wildflowers,
suddenly, because the field
must have it: wildpeace.

~ Yehuda Amichai ~

(Translation by Chana Bloch, in This Same Sky, ed. by Naomi Shihab Nye)

1 Comments:

Blogger Patricia said...

Great poem. Sometimes, we really just need to have a thought about peace. It needs to sit there, like this poem. Thanks.

6:26 PM  

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