Raquel Angel Nagler
Biography of Raquel Angel Nagler
My name is Raquel Angel Nagler. I was born in Haifa, Israel, in 1949. After my army service I studied in Haifa University (B.A. in statistics and economics) . Later on I graduated from the medical school of Padua, italy, and specialized in pneumology.
For the last 27 years I am living and working in Athens, Greece. My family includes a husband, a son and two cats.
A few years ago I became deeply interested in Buddhism and after a while I got into the irreversible habit of writing.
You can find more of my poems at www.trilogyofthemirrors.com
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Raquel Angel Nagler Poems
Mad Mirrors (8)
I write words As lost, as definite As steps in the night.
The ritual of dinners Beneath the weight of twilight The table-cloth, Soaked with the smell of little dinners,
A pond Ruby birds of autumn Drink the water mirror, their captive halcyon days, In the human way:
The Fear Of Feelings Or: Feelings, Our B...
Feelings have no surnames, As if they were shadows, the child we never wanted, Yet, it is our own.
Scarred Mirrors (16)
While we still have hands We touch The answers of our bodies.
Scarred Mirrors (55)
The night, the immense peace, Leaves its colors on my fingers. I paint your silence. I paint your sleep.
Scarred Mirrors (72)
Scarred Mirrors (72) Whatever I touch becomes part of myself: Your restless forehead, The memories in your skin,
Living And Dying V
When I tread, a tired wagon On the footprints of the rails, I wonder how do I lose myself Step after step,
THE SHORE OF SOCIETY Silent as sand I am born with the shore in my mouth: The congenital terror of the sea.
Behind the line of solitude, hardened on the lips, My rocks live with their back to the sea, Still looking for the face of the rain: The purified memories.
The Seasons Of Life And Of Death
Maybe life is so hard to understand Because it is so obvious: The five seasons of a day, of love, of longing.
When I turn and return Among years that don't remember me My body whispers: I know it for years now.
The Unity Of Light And Shadows
-It has not rained moons for many nights. The eyes look dry. It makes it so difficult to love. You murmur:
We Can'T Posses Life
Maybe trying to possess life Means to lose it. I wanted to keep the breeze, the voices In the bag of my voyage.
In the depth of my mind
My thoughts don't see.
Like fish at the bottom of the ocean
The feel their way among old sunken ships:
My anchors of sadness.