Where Are the Israeli Poets?

Where are the Israeli poets?
Those who would search their dreams
For memories lost or

Those who would look inward
To see the archetypes of shadows
In the night

Or who would search the rocky landscape of the mind
To see those whom they have chased away

Where are those who would survey the scrubgrass
And the pale horse
And the winter moon
And the olive trees
Planted a thousand new suns ago
By those who are no longer

But whose sweat lingers in the soil

Are there no Israeli poets?
Are they afraid?
Of looking inward

If only in a dream

On a barren moonlit landscape
While wandering the winding paths
Stepping on the rubble on ancient villages
Which are no longer

But villages whose souls still weep
For the familiar voices
They may sometime hear

In the distance
When the wind is right

William James Martin writes frequently on the Middle East. He can be reached at wjm20@caa.columbia.edu. Read other articles by William.