Bi Scott - Language and Diplomacy

Poetry

Poetry

Let us love this distance

Let us love this distance, wrote Simone Weil,
so thoroughly woven with friendship, between us.
The black print fades as I refocus
on the weave between her words – the worthwhile
of insight, its magic eye. Boundaries
articulate, silence gives sound its power,
but only to those who heed these spaces:
Since those who do not love each other
are not separated. In the Pinkas synagogue
I find myself in a book of names, dates.
Black, red, gold inks mark white walls: the Jews of Prague,
of an entire nation, line after line, one common fate.
Nothing more is said, nor can be.
Lives lost, retold now, in the spaces left empty.