Like Portugal under Salazar or Spain under Marco. Something that gives me hope about small joys like friends and family maybe being enough to not be completely broken spiritually by what is going on. I’m not a warrior. I don’t know how to start a rebellion. But please help me find hope that maybe it won’t all be terrible?
by JabbaTheHedgeHog
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**Deaf Republic** by Ilya Kaminsky
Excerpt:
Author’s Prayer
If I speak for the dead, I must
leave this animal of my body,
I must write the same poem over and over
for the empty page is a white flag of their surrender.
If I speak of them, I must walk
on the edge of myself, I must live as a blind man
who runs through the rooms without
touching the furniture.
Yes, I live. I can cross the streets asking “What year
is it?”
I can dance in my sleep and laugh
in front of the mirror.
Even sleep is a prayer, Lord,
I will praise your madness, and
in a language not mine, speak
of music that wakes us, music
in which we move. For whatever I say
is a kind of petition and the darkest days
must I praise.