Three poems by Yvonne Green

Jews (I.M. of Czesław Miłosz) We’re neither poems for you to fetishise Nor emblems of the murdered of the twentieth century, We don’t hold all possibilities in our Talmudic minds Live burdened with the grief you want us to. We’re not the monsters of the Middle East, The devils of the diaspora, nor do we know The selves we recognise in one another. We’re in … Continue reading Three poems by Yvonne Green