by Drora Matlofsky

Poetry is in the air,
In every house, every street,
Every school, every mall,
On crowded beaches, snowy mountains,
New York, Beijing, Jerusalem.

There should be a poet everywhere,
In every room, in every corner,
On the roof, in the cellar,
On the moon and under the sea
To catch poetry before she flees.

Every poet should look and dream
And write everything down,
Endless books of poetry,

Like those that crowd dusty shelves
In second hand bookshops.

Drora Matlofsky has been living in Jerusalem since 1984. Her poetry in English has appeared in various poetry and Jewish magazines and her poetry in French can be found on the Poésie Française site.

Last updated September 08, 2015