Raquel Angel Nagler
Biography of Raquel Angel Nagler
My name is Raquel Angel Nagler. I was born in Haifa, Israel, in 1949. After my army service I studied in Haifa University (B.A. in statistics and economics) . Later on I graduated from the medical school of Padua, italy, and specialized in pneumology.
For the last 27 years I am living and working in Athens, Greece. My family includes a husband, a son and two cats.
A few years ago I became deeply interested in Buddhism and after a while I got into the irreversible habit of writing.
You can find more of my poems at www.trilogyofthemirrors.com
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Raquel Angel Nagler Poems
In the depth of my mind My thoughts don't see. Like fish at the bottom of the ocean The feel their way among old sunken ships:
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QUOTE: 'We can't grasp the unique metamorphosis of reality. We can't grasp beauty' - R.M. Rilke Maybe beauty Is a moon in the water.
Behind the line of solitude, hardened on the lips, My rocks live with their back to the sea, Still looking for the face of the rain: The purified memories.
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Maybe The road means promise. I voyage by you To a 'sometime' named future
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You: an adolescent river. Young water. I drink you with all the mouths I have: The mouth of thirst. The mouth of laughter. The mouth of loneliness.
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You: whole. Wounded. Sensual. Pure. Aerial. Terrestrial. Your name: night. Your name: love.
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I find my words In the depth of my sigh. In the whisper of my eyes.
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My poems: A map of edges. The frontiers of my silence.
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QUOTE: 'How is it possible to live, since the elements of life remain beyond our reason: death, love' - R.M. Rilke Maybe Reason is a blind mirror.
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QUOTE: 'When we are young we do not know where to locate the center of our life' - R.M. Rilke It's evening in my soul Yet, I don't know
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I write words As lost, as definite As steps in the night.
The ritual of dinners Beneath the weight of twilight The table-cloth, Soaked with the smell of little dinners,
A pond Ruby birds of autumn Drink the water mirror, their captive halcyon days, In the human way:
The Fear Of Feelings Or: Feelings, Our B...
Feelings have no surnames, As if they were shadows, the child we never wanted, Yet, it is our own.
Rain, unmixed with oblivion,
Filled my eye.
Upon images of God in the water
In my mouth- the sky.