Last week on Valentine’s Day, the phrase “a valentine for Palestine,” appeared in my mind as a title for a poem, but I had no idea how to approach such a poem.
Such a beautiful poem, Rob. It is tone-perfect, and heart-breaking. The poem's language and expression--the paper valentine-- becomes one of those kites the Palestinian children play with--or used to play with. Soaring over the destruction, the death, the despair. Beautiful to catch the rhyming between valentine and Palestine.
Wow. That is so perfect.
Such a beautiful poem, Rob. It is tone-perfect, and heart-breaking. The poem's language and expression--the paper valentine-- becomes one of those kites the Palestinian children play with--or used to play with. Soaring over the destruction, the death, the despair. Beautiful to catch the rhyming between valentine and Palestine.
Yes, Rob, a beautiful poem, I appreciate your ongoing attention to this interminable horror.