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
Raquel Angel Nagler Poems
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:
Scarred Mirrors (25)
Maybe The road means promise. I voyage by you To a 'sometime' named future
Scarred Mirrors (2)
You: an adolescent river. Young water. I drink you with all the mouths I have: The mouth of thirst. The mouth of laughter. The mouth of loneliness.
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You: whole. Wounded. Sensual. Pure. Aerial. Terrestrial. Your name: night. Your name: love.
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.