Scorched by the Sun: Poems
The Word Works
A clock moves back and forth rhythmically in a home, announcing the moments of life moving toward death; then comes a scene of lovers clutched together in love. Is this a moment of beauty? It would seem so, “their hearts exploding simultaneously/indivisible…” Then enters stark reality jettisoning romantic ruminations: “at the Megiddo juncture/in a horrifying clap of thunder, life and death are as one/annihilating love along with any aesthetic judgment.” The poems within these pages unite “the Motherland” (Israel) and women, divided into the segments of “There are Wars,” “Oasis,” “Knife in the Ribs,” and “The Heart’s Field of Stubble.” These are poems about love and hate, war and peace - all abiding together without the usual dichotomies.
Consider the beauty of “Redbud in Dalia”: “…from where I stand,/the hills of Ephraim arch/like her young firm breasts/and a stubborn woodpecker/hammers at the heart/of a world that remains/bright as a diamond/and as impenetrable.’ Moshe Dor reaches into the heart, enabling the reader to experience what it's like to live with the land, people, and significant events as an Israeli.