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09 April 2004



thank you.
I love the fact that my daughter refers to you as the Other Professional Poetess from Duke.
"now we know TWO, Mom!"
Yes, indeedy we do.
Blessings to you and yours...


Beautiful, simply beautiful. I especially love the line "stripping the peel like Lazarus unbound". I gasped when I read that.

Thank you for sharing.

Üzeyir Lokman CAYCI

What Is Written in the Dark by War

by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse by Joneve McCormick

You can no longer warm your cold hands, nor offer them in friendship. You have time to look back only once to see the life of your friendship with the flowers, the pleasure you take in love, the light ignited in your heart of hearts.

It is most unfortunate, but there are those who decide your tomorrows. Perhaps the month of March will not return, and the feet of a child will not break the snow. The marks left by war will not longer retire in the schools after you. Books will speak of you. Throw me once more into the arms of my mother, before the bloody marks show, before the agonies. Bid adieu to the flowers, their breath cut off. The time narrows and suffering tramples on your sentiments.
You will never forget while memories sink into living hearts. Why do they wish to make war instead of leaving their fears and resentments? Have you ever though about what they want of you? It is their internal enemy that mobilizes them!

I know that you find yourself facing the folly of those who cannot hear themselves. I can do nothing! I cannot prevent the animosity that makes you a target of killing and sorrow. You are a tiny tot - I love you dearly! Tomorrow the poisons embedded in the recipes of those who seek cover for their fears and complaints will slacken...passions will surely cause hands to tremble while they design with blood as their ink. You can be sure of it my child!

If your starving mother falls on her tears at the table before she can eat a morsel of bread, do not forget to give her a smile, my child! At present, you see who smells like oil, under the menacings of war. Iraq vibrates before your windows, and old lives. I know that flowers do not live in the mouths of canons...war holds grief, not joy, in its foyers! Throw yourself once more into the arms of your mother before the blood flows, and the suffering.

Mantes la Ville - 01.03.2003


As a knitter and a frequent witness to human rights violations inside occupied Palestine, I was moved to read your poem "Blue Fruit of Palestine."

Thank you so much for your words.


I just came across your entry and the poem "Blue Fruit of Palestine" and I wonder am I the Mary who already posted in response?

No matter, I am moved again by the beauty of the words and the memories of all the horrors I have seen on my many visits to the Holy "Land.

And now it is almost Christmas again in Bethlehem. Here is what has to say about what Christmas is like there today:

"Towering walls and militarized fences now encircle Bethlehem, turning the 4000 year old city into a virtual prison for its 160,000 citizens - both Christian and Muslim. Bethlehem, which lies in the West Bank, will soon have only three gates to the outside world, all controlled by the Israeli army.

"Since 1967, Bethlehem, populated by Palestinians, has been under Israeli military control. In the last five years Israel has confiscated almost all of the agricultural land in the city and surrounding areas, making it impossible for farmers to access their groves. The people are growing increasingly desperate.

"Bethlehem, the birthplace of Jesus, has been home to Palestinian Christians for 2000 years. It is the oldest Christian community in the world.

"It is unconscionable that Bethlehem should be allowed to die slowly from strangulation" says Archbishop Desmond Tutu.

Though most Americans don't know it, we are directly involved in this strangulation of Bethlehem, as our government gives over $10 million per day to Israel - far more than to any nation on earth.

Meanwhile, the townspeople's dreams of freedom are portrayed on the encircling wall - a testimony to the indominability of the human spirit."

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