Elizabeth Padillo Olesen Poems

It is not the first time
that you land in a hospital
Here silently you lie down
with the blue marks on your
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Come and bathe me with your love
Shower me with your kisses
And rub me with the balm of your touch.
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Is there such an easy life?
Each moment calls one to decide:
To rise up or to sleep
To work or to report sick
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I see him often along the street
of Kolding Train Station
A black man with his curly hair
that seems not to have been washed in years
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It is light that drives away darkness
It is light that opens our eyes to the new day
It is light that gives food to our body.
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Why is there life?
Why is there death?
Why are there tragedies?
Why are there feasts?
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And their joy turned into screams of horror
Their joy - aborted, stolen, killed and silenced.
Music became "the enemy of the devil".
The grand stage - emptied; notes, scattered;
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Jews and Palestinians
Share the common story of exile
Of wandering in the desert, uprooted
Slaughtered, silenced, driven out!
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I welcome tears:
tears of joy
and tears of sorrows.
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Work in the morning
Work at noon
Work in the afternoon
and work in the night.
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