Sunday Showcase

No. 26 - Daniel Revach

Daniel Revach is this week’s Sunday Showcase! We are so excited to share two of Daniel’s poems, “City of Dust” and “La Place du Forum.” Enjoy! 

About the poet:
Daniel Revach is a graduate student at the University of Oxford and the Editor-in-Chief of the Reuby Magazine of Reuben College, Oxford. He has published poetry both in English and Hebrew in several magazines, as well as translations, opinion articles, and scientific articles. He is the 2022 first prize winner of Oxford’s Digital Education Writing Contest. In his free time, Daniel likes to complain about having no free time.

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City of Dust

By Daniel Revach

A city of dust and dusty ghosts

too tired to haunt their day jobs.

I would soar if I were me.

 

A city of one-eyed cats

and no-eyed humans;

of buildings born

old. Where is that promised

 

edge where I begin? A city

of gardens dying with bloom

on their lips – forsaken

by children forsaken. I feel

an urge to climb up

up to the roots.

 

A city that motheringly cat-licked

my Sabavesafta with desert

sand paper until their skin

color crawled under their pride.

 

Of streets paved with dust,

with dreams jettisoned

by wives whose only sin

was the serpent to ignore;

 

wives who will forever

scrupulously sweep

old dust, so new dust

may find a clean floor.

 

Just another bloodred sunset

smeared through the thick

throttling air, eager to rise

from the dust in my veins.

La Place du Forum

By Daniel Revach

                 In the Plaza of the Forum night is kept at bay

the streetlamps flirt with faces passing by

coming chic and curious, young and nervous

a glow pours out of the cafes and bars

a glow and garçons out to a fleet of tables

where talk and tinkle like the waves tease

a shore of glasses ringing with Paradis,

glasses filled with reflections of flushing cheeks

and emptied and filled like piddock holes –

there one

 of many alleys

  kissed by street lamps

    leaves the square

      leads its lovers

           two by two

                into the night

                      waddling quietly

                             with stupid smiles

                                 leaning against

                                       each other

                                            without a care

                                                 hiccupping bubbles

                                                      of leftover light

                                                               and laughter

                                                      two by two

                                                               on waddling boats

                                                                  inside empty bottles

                                                                     of Pinot Noir

                                                          floating towards

                                                                         the darkness

                                                                           disappearing

disappeared.

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