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Sweeten My PrisonAuthor(s): Michael GravesSource: European Judaism: A Journal for the New Europe, Vol. 28, No. 1 (Spring '95), p. 84Published by: Berghahn BooksStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/41443262 .

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Poetry

Dr Sara Sviri, A Qari, Wissam Boustany, Anni Schnarch.

The programme was chaired jointly by Rabbi Dr Jonathan Magonet (Principal of Leo Baeck College) and Saba Risaluddin (Director, Calamus Foundation). The programme ended with a celebration of music, poetry and prose from the liturgy and scripture of both traditions. Plans are in hand for a second series in 1995.

POETRY

Where is the Voice of Joy

1. The dog grabs hold with its teeth. I eat, I sleep. Despite me, I allow it. 2. This grin is for the party in another world. I can remember standing on gravel, rolling my sandal over stones. Any way I'd move was up. It's another of those landscapes that go with me to stir me when a peculiar lilt, a lift in the road, a wend in the psyche wafts me back. I turn to leave where streets converge on warehouses, the light at four o'clock cool grey stone blocks. The courtyards give off kugel and onion where I gabble on Krochmaina St. Heh heh heh, laughs the woman in the window. 3. In the green leaf above the red catkin.

Lee Sharkey

The Act of Prayer

Bowing and lifting the head so the throat is a long straight channel for song we adore. The lungs want nothing more than their fill of give and give and give. What we praise is praise. We love its native tongue. What is larger than ourselves and welcomes us we do not name.

Lee Sharkey

Amnon

I've had her, she's nothing. Lay her damp on the quilt covered floor, pant, chasten her with love, she'll get up in ashes.

Linda Zisquit

Hide & Seek

When you left this empty space the world emerged. Eat and laugh! Or catch a ram in the thicket.

Linda Zisquit

Sweeten My Prison

Is there a myth, Some lost biblical book, In which it is written That Abel, the obedient son, Is not merely a victim. I wonder and hunger. Such a version Would sweeten my prison.

Michael Graves

84 EUROPEAN JUDAISM VOLUME 28 No.l SPRING '95

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