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Here you are going to meet me, my poems, short stories and novels. For the beginning
I Shall start with some poems which received general approval, including my own.
Being Jewish I am involved with happiness of all mankind, because that is one of the
most Important things in life. 'It will be fine,' we say when we have the blues, 'the
world is full of nice people if you are lucky enough to come across them.'
Yes, I love people, and I don't date my poems because each is representing itself,
mind when it decided to get written. I am one of those who gets orders from the
pencil and not the other round. Now pay attention, here come the poems.
PUBLICATIONS
Sinners Who Are Beginners - Poems
A String of Pearls - Poems
Seaman's Wife - Not a Novel
IDENTITY
I' m Miriam Hammel, a housewife,
I'm a teacher,
I'm a writer, sort of,
I'm a poet, a versifier,
who never became pen for hire.
I'm Yaacov's wife
and I am my sons' mother,,
and there is nothing
that I would be rather.
But where is little Martha,
of Schoengasse three,
door number twenty-seven,
did she get lost
when I was eleven?
I think she is still around
when I wake up,
the morning is grey,
I catch a hazy sight
of last night's dream,
I seem to be still there
but I am here,
I remember some fear
which isn't mine,
but little Martha's.
Maybe I should have loved her better,
perhaps from time to time
I should write her a letter.
She must have been something more
than a name to put aside,
maybe I should look at her
in a different light.
If I want to feel
still on the upper floor,
shouldn't I write first Martha,
then Miriam on my door?
YOU ARE A GOOD GIRL
It was not just weakness and pain,
Suffering and quick knives,
Screaming agony in your nightmares,
It was all there in the nurses eyes
That smiles at you saying
'You're a good girl, finished
Your pudding, didn't you? Now
drink up your medicine, nurse is waiting.'
And you, hating the nurse, the pills
And the light ask haltingly
WHEN YOU SUFFER
I whish
I had no memories
Of your pain
Because
It brings me
To the brink
Of sanity,
I wish
I had no need
To review
Your thoughts,
To know
Your raging heart
Which taught me
Agony,
I wish
You had no memories
Which make me sad
Because your torment
And distress
Are mine.
'how much longer?' and she says
'another hour and we turn on TV,'
'it's 'All in the Family', and you say
'yes' it goes in families, life and death
I'm tired', and she says
'cheer up' didn't you hear
what the doctor said?
And you know pretty well
What the doctor said
While his mouth voiced stupid words
Talking of improvement, making you laugh
A grotesquely distorted grin,
And you want so very much
To laugh like a schoolgirl
Chased by her lover across the lawn,
Want to bury your face in a bunch
of wild spring flowers breathing life,
Not those here in the room
Smelling decay and rot.
'take the flowers away, nurse, I tell you!'
and she says 'not before you take those pills,'
so you swallow them all
to get rid of the flowers on your grave.
THE FLY AND I
I WANT TO SEE THE STARS
I have an agreement with the fly,
Put out the lights,
We both don't cry
I want to see the stars,
While sitting on the wall
and shut that screaming radio down,
Watching the world go by -
I want to hear
It's a bond between us,
The stillness of the night,
A convent of two creatures
I want to get away
Who watch and never talk
From the artificiality
Of grace and mercy,
For the small eternity
Neither do we mention
Of a minute or two
The spider's web,
And feel that I am part
And other fearful enemies
Of God's creation
We see pass by
And not a bird
And do not cry;
Caught in the cage
That's our pact and treaty,
Called civilisation,
Watching life with detachment,
I want to watch
No interference,
Up there the milky way
Because we both
Until I gain
Out of equality
A truer knowledge
In weakness and in fear
Of you and me '
Watch and don't cry
Put out the lights,
While hell passes by.
I want to see the stars.
SOCIAL WORKER
Good morning,
New day of frustration,
Why is it
That helping the needy
You need not just
The dedication of a saint,
Operational guidance
Of textbooks, regulations,
Monetary sources
And God's blessing,
Why is it
That more than once
At the day's end
Having spent your
Last drop of strength
You feel the devil
Looking over your shoulder
A nasty smile on
His lips, saying
'I do win out in the end,
Don't I?'
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