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Hovering at a Low Altitude: The Collected Poetry of Dahlia Ravikovitch

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In poems about fathers and daughters, men and women, kings and their subjects, the precarious position of women and the plight of Palestinians under the Occupation, Dahlia Ravikovitch articulates the painful asymmetries of power. The extraordinary stylistic range of her poetry reveals her mastery of the verbal art.

from "Clockwork Doll"

I was a clockwork doll, but then

That night I turned round and around

And fell on my face, cracked on the ground,

And they tried to piece me together again.

Then once more I was a proper doll

And all my manner was nice and polite.

But I became damaged goods that night,

A fractured twig poised for a fall.

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"[Ravikovitch's] song is both ancient and new, and it is unutterably poignant." --Stanley Kunitz

Synopsis:

In poems about fathers and daughters, men and women, kings and their subjects, the precarious position of women and the plight of Palestinians under the Occupation, Dahlia Ravikovitch articulates the painful asymmetries of power. The extraordinary stylistic range of her poetry reveals her mastery of the verbal art.

from 'Clockwork Doll'

I was a clockwork doll, but then

That night I turned round and around

And fell on my face, cracked on the ground,

And they tried to piece me together again.

Then once more I was a proper doll

And all my manner was nice and polite.

But I became damaged goods that night,

A fractured twig posed for a fall.

About the Author

Dahlia Ravikovitch, who died in 2005 at age sixty-nine, was one of the most distinctive voices in contemporary Hebrew literature and the Israeli peace movement. She spent most of her life in Tel Aviv, Israel.Chana Bloch co-translated Yehuda Amichai's Open Closed Open to wide acclaim. She lives in Berkeley, California.Chana Kronfeld co-translated Yehuda Amichai's Open Closed Open to wide acclaim. She lives in Berkeley, California.

Product Details

ISBN:
9780393065244
Author:
Ravikovitch, Dahlia
Publisher:
W. W. Norton & Company
Translator:
Bloch, Chana
Translator:
Kronfeld, Chana
Author:
Bloch, Chana
Author:
Ravikovitch, Dalia
Author:
Kronfeld, Chana
Subject:
General
Subject:
General Poetry
Subject:
Middle Eastern
Subject:
Ravikovitch, Dalia
Subject:
Jewish
Subject:
Anthologies-Miscellaneous International Poetry
Copyright:
Publication Date:
April 2009
Binding:
Hardcover
Grade Level:
General/trade
Language:
English
Pages:
272
Dimensions:
9.5 x 6.5 x 1 in 1.16 lb

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"Synopsis" by , "[Ravikovitch's] song is both ancient and new, and it is unutterably poignant." --Stanley Kunitz
"Synopsis" by , In poems about fathers and daughters, men and women, kings and their subjects, the precarious position of women and the plight of Palestinians under the Occupation, Dahlia Ravikovitch articulates the painful asymmetries of power. The extraordinary stylistic range of her poetry reveals her mastery of the verbal art.

from 'Clockwork Doll'

I was a clockwork doll, but then

That night I turned round and around

And fell on my face, cracked on the ground,

And they tried to piece me together again.

Then once more I was a proper doll

And all my manner was nice and polite.

But I became damaged goods that night,

A fractured twig posed for a fall.

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