Naomi Replansky
American poet
Naomi Replansky (May 23, 1918 – January 7, 2023) was a Jewish poet who lived in the USA.
Quotes
edit- My spoon was lifted when the bomb came down/That left no face, no hand, no spoon to hold./A hundred thousand died in my home town./This came to pass before my soup was cold. ("Epitaph: 1945")
- Hungry, not one word here/is as good as bread.
- they swarmed everywhere,/the unwritten poems.
- They went hunting lions/But a flea attacked them/And their hunters' passion/Narrowed to a flea.
- No god came down, my brothers,/To breathe on them, my sisters./Their bodies made a mountain/That never touched the heavens./Whose lightning struck the killers?/Whose rain drowned out the fires?/My brothers and my sisters,/No angel leaned upon them./No miracle could shield them/From the cold human hands.
- I learned the speech of birds; now every tree/Screams out to me a baleful prophecy.
- All, all runs wild, all wild and uncontrolled./A toad hops from my mouth instead of gold.
- Excuse me for living,/But, since I am living,/Given inches, I take yards,/Taking yards, dream of miles/And a landscape, unbounded/And vast in abandon./And you dreaming the same.
- I was, I did, but I will let it be./Tonight I must hold dear/Whatever brought me here.
- I must learn again to give it welcome.
- The hunters hang onto their man/And merrily pass by/Where I scot-free and you scot-free/Stand in the shadow of Why.
- Born of a war, I was always aching and straining/To nuzzle myself into peace./Peace when it came was hunted and haunted, and stayed/Just for a moment.
- In silence is the smell of treachery, and sanction/Of hunger, and therefore I shout./But in the storm of sound I clothe myself/In a hush like fur.
- Unmade by what has made me
- When there was one kiss/against ten curses/and one loaf/against ten hungry/and one hello/against ten goodbyes/the odds stalked/your crooked steps.
- His praise like rain runs down the gutters
- My words may turn into stones/as easily as a man/turned one day into silence.
- Neither destroyed nor diamond/I walk from the core of your flame,/The rain does not hiss when it hits me,/And I answer to my old name.
- Tomorrow we cross/The borders of loss
Quotes about person/work
edit- Her feelings are deep and expressed without shame or coyness. She's straightforward. She offers the difficult product-clarity. She makes a music for which readers of poetry have been lonesome for years.
- Grace Paley Collected Poems of Naomi Replansky