Sea of Sepharad
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"Mois benarroch is the best sephardi writer in Israel."
Haaretz
Published in Spanish in 2003, Sea of Sepharad explores the relations between the descendants of the expelled Sephardi community with the world of Judaism, Morocco and Israel.
Steps
My steps continue walking in Seville
go up and down on Levies Street
looking for my burned wife
in front of the church
while I was returning from Granada.
My steps keep on gouging the streets
day and night and they never stop they never part
of streets in which only my steps exist.
My steps procede marking Seville
its limits and its borders
its sky and its river
its tongue and its words
and when I laugh out loud
it's because I'm crazy
crazy from the past, crazy
of thoughts, crazy
of love.
Crutches
I leave you sailors of La Mancha
In black seas, I leave you and I go
don't throw me life jackets I know very well
to walk over these waters
I don't need your help
Neither for future mortgages
the waves are enough for me to ride
the odor of the oranges drive me to my land
and I am freer than all the freedom that you can imagine
stronger than all the help you try to give me
so that I walk on crutches
to later say that I don't know how to swim
not even to walk over the asphalt
on the wet grass of the morning
That's it, finally, I'm leaving
let it be clear
I will not return.
Ever.
Mois Benarroch
"MOIS BENARROCH es el mejor escritor sefardí mediterráneo de Israel." Haaretz, Prof. Habiba Pdaya.
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Sea of Sepharad - Mois Benarroch
Steps
MY STEPS STILL WALK through Seville
Up and down Levies street
Searching for my wife, burned
In front of the church
As I was returning from Granada.
My steps still tread over the streets
Day and night, they never part
From the pavements in which only my steps exist.
My steps still brand Seville,
Its limits and frontiers
Its sky and river
Its tongue and words.
And, when I fall into a torrent of laughter
It is because I am mad
Crazed by the past, demented
From thoughts, deranged
From love.
For whom do we write poems
No, no, no I tell you .
We don’t write
For the living,
We write for the dead
And for those yet to be born.
For the dead: to give
Meaning to their lives,
Their sufferings,
Their shudders,
Their deaths.
For those yet to be born: so that
They know that somewhere,
In a past of madness,
Some poem
Knew that they were all
Slaves,
Himself included.
Poem written kneeling down
THESE LANDS WHICH WERE ours,
Do not employ the labours of our children.
Some rely on pipe dreams,
Others on free love.
These lands which were ours
Do not give us grandchildren, instead they give us
Smoked peanuts
And other times that were once ours.
The ones who least understand us,
Are yesterday’s revolutionaries
Who say that we must suffer,
So that their tenets can be preserved.
Tomorrow will be another day, tomorrow
Another port will be flooded
With waters of waves of fire,
With words, ancient like the sea.
Crutches
I LEAVE YOU SAILORS of La Mancha,
In black seas, I abandon you and depart.
Do not cast towards me any lifeline, I know all-too-well
How to walk these waters,
I need neither your aid
Nor future mortgages.
The waves are enough to help me walk.
The fragrance of oranges guides me to my land
And I am freer than any freedom you might conceive,
Stronger than all the help you try to offer me
So that I walk with crutches
And then you can say I do not know how to swim
Or even walk on pavement
Or over the damp grass of early morning.
That’s it, at last I leave
let me be clear
I shan’t come back.
Never.
Pain
PAIN COMES TO KNEEL down,
But it is the soul that cries out
For the dead
And those who are to die.
The friends, sons, wives,
Lives lost, wasted.
On the wind, ships devoid of wings
Lives lost forever.
Sons not born, grandsons not coddled
Entire worlds, Abels unknown,
Possibilities that cannot unfold.
The pain comes to the head,
But it is the world that cries out
Through our bodies,
Weary of so many useless lives.
Remembrance
If poetry is remembrance ,
What are memories?
Where are your eyes
Brother,
Which I remember
So brown?
Where is the view
Of our faults
Our idiocy
Preconceived notions
And useless deaths?
I write against oblivion
Mostly
To not forget
What I remember.
Broken bottles
Iwas born where the Mediterranean
Reaches for the Ocean,
Desperately
Trying to escape,
Carrying with it an expired message.
I was born wondering:
Then, where does the ocean come from?
The first Benarroch of Tétouan
THEY SAY THAT THE FIRST Benarroch of Tétouan came from Fez
With his brother,
Who died on the way.
And he carried him on his back until they arrived,
So that he would be buried as a Jew should.
And I carry my own brother on my back
Though he died at the end of the journey,
I carry my brother
Like one cherishes an old bottle of wine.
I have a long tale to tell
And it isn’t mine,
It’s the one of my dead
Who look at me as though they were pine trees.