Testimony of the Jews of Córdoba by Henry Rasof

Sour oranges
Cool white walls

They spoke of duende
What did they know!

Hatred always fresh
We were always packed

Even in the Mezquita
People had no manners

Under a waning moon
Our daughters’ shoes clacked along the cobblestones

Dirges everywhere
Music far behind

You had to totally believe
And then some

We are going to Cazorla
Where the limestone is rough

The only Torah
Is right here, now.

From: http://www.medievalhebrewpoetry.org/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/SOULS-IN-THE-GARDEN-pdf-8-20-14.pdf

Date: 2014

By: Henry Rasof (19??- )


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