Poetry

Isaiah, Berlin

By: Itay Eisinger

I didn’t know
We would return to Europe
Like this:
With the bliss
Of burgundy passports
And the abyss
the Israeli
Political grief
Has left us
With.
Where Id was
Now Berlin is.
Where fascism was —
Fascism was also first
To leave.
In Berlin, by a pub’s wall
We saw the anarchist
mist crawls
Like a last call–
To return.

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Itai Eisinger earned a Phd in History from the University of Texas in Austin. Born and raised in the northern part of Israel, he received a dual BA in Philosophy and Literature from Tel Aviv University. He also holds an MA in Middle Eastern Studies from the Graduate Center of CUNY, the City University of New York. He has published poems at Haaretz and other Hebrew magazines.

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