Helen
Bar-Lev, Israel
Stephen Gill’s
world is one of exquisite sensitivity. His
compassion encompasses all humankind and probably the animal world as
well. THE FLAME is a poem of yearning for Peace. It gives us chilling, depressing descriptions
of the aftermath of terrorist attacks, particularly vicious over the past
fifteen years. We cannot even be certain
of which attack he is speaking; we are reasonably sure it is the twin towers in
New York City, but perhaps it is the Oklahoma City bombing, or the
Nairobi/Dar-Es Salaam terrorist attacks on the American Embassies there in 1998,
perhaps the Buenos Aires bombing on the Jewish Community Centre in 1994. Most certainly Stephen is remembering the
terrorism in his native
And he to peace: “Here I shall devise a
basilica for you/where daffodils shall never die”. After an attack, “I do not
hear any dove/or nightingale/the leafless trees/tear me apart”. “For
days/sparrows, roses and dawns/forgot their songs…”
THE FLAME is a poem of tenderness, incomprehension,
longing, anger, hope, sadness. It is a
poem which gives all the reasons for Peace, and also the reasons we do not have
it. Were there more Stephen Gills in
this world.
Helen
Bar-Lev,
Editor-in-Chief,
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