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Read MoreDaniel 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.
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.
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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