Leah Abrams reads “The Children's Elegy.”
Leah Abrams reads 'The Children's Elegy' by Muriel Rukeyser
YES, I have seen their eyes. In peaceful gardens the dark flowers now are always children’s eyes, full-colored, haunted as evening under fires
showered from the air of a burning country Shallow-featured children under trees
look up among green shadows of the leaves. The angel, flaming, offers-in his hands
all is given and he does not change.
The child changes and takes.
All is given. He makes and changes.
The angel stands.
A flame over the tree. Night calling in the cloud. And shadow among winds. Where does the darkness lie it comes out of the person, says the child
A shadow tied and alive, trying to be.
Leah collaborated with a group of Jewish writers, artists, and activists on an open letter published in n+1 against the conflation of antisemitism and critique of Israel. You can read fiction and criticism published under her own byline at the New Yorker, McSweeney’s, and the Drift.