Baksaria


I wrote this short poem many years ago about a poor northern Syrian village sitting in the foothills close to the Turkish border. I visited the place in 1971 and stayed there a short time. Today this area has been subject to incursions by the Turkish army, and I wonder about the fate of the friendly long-suffering people I met there.

It is paired with a painting by Michelle Daisley Moffitt: Mountain Village. 


BAKSARIA 

In these foothills
again and again

beasts are broken
to the plough or

yoked to the grind-
stone plod 

around and around
the dusty floor.

And the women here
are yoked to their men

and the men here
are yoked to their God.


 

Posted on August 23rd, 2021

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