This piece is part of our Wit­ness­ing series, which shares pieces from Israeli authors and authors in Israel, as well as the expe­ri­ences of Jew­ish writ­ers around the globe in the after­math of Octo­ber 7th.

It is crit­i­cal to under­stand his­to­ry not just through the books that will be writ­ten lat­er, but also through the first-hand tes­ti­monies and real-time account­ing of events as they occur. At Jew­ish Book Coun­cil, we under­stand the val­ue of these writ­ten tes­ti­mo­ni­als and of shar­ing these indi­vid­ual expe­ri­ences. It’s more impor­tant now than ever to give space to these voic­es and narratives.

A Hebrew Poet of Mus­lim Spain Reads the New York Times: Angel of Death

I saw the vapor trail of the angel of death in the sky.

*
Once I heard moth­er, in the mid­dle of the night, beg 
the angel of death to come, come 
already for her hus­band, my father, 
who had lain for weeks in a hos­pi­tal bed.

*

Wher­ev­er weapons are deployed, the angel of death 
vis­its moth­ers. She informs them, the angel, of their chil­dren 
who she blessed with a part­ing kiss.

*
A place has been set
before an emp­ty chair.

Some­how, the angel of 
death has found her way 
to the table, the Shab­bat table.

Has the angel of death 
renewed her inter­est in Jews? 

*

I speak Hebrew. 
I heard the angel of death 
speak in a sis­ter lan­guage 
I do not know. 
I also hard­ly know my brothers. 

*
Oh, we mis­rep­re­sent her 
when we claim she has it in 
for one type more than anoth­er. 
The angel of death knows 
all of our names.

*

Tonight, a meek aide to the angel of death
min­is­ters to her, try­ing to com­fort her, my moth­er,
weep­ing while she waits. 
Stop! Stop teas­ing her, O angel
of death! I know you are near. The shad­ow
of your wing sweeps, as you cir­cle, over 
mother’s face.

*

My son shares 
a name with an angel: Gabriel.
He is my strength.

*
When the muti­lat­ed 
bod­ies are, final­ly, sort­ed out 
and iden­ti­fied, fam­i­ly and friends 
can, at last, grieve prop­er­ly. 
Will the angel of death 
join them in their mourning?

*
I saw the angel of death 
on the home page.


(with Shmuel HaNagid, 9931056; trans. Peter Cole)

The views and opin­ions expressed above are those of the author, based on their obser­va­tions and experiences.

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Richard Chess is the author of four books of poet­ry, most recent­ly Love Nailed to the Door­post (Uni­ver­si­ty of Tam­pa Press 2017). New work has recent­ly appeared or is forth­com­ing in The Sun, Pen­sive, Vita Poet­i­ca, and Lubav­itch Inter­na­tion­al. He is emer­i­tus pro­fes­sor of Eng­lish at UNC Asheville. He is a reg­u­lar con­trib­u­tor to Close Read­ing,” the blog host­ed by SLANT Books. He direct­ed UNC Asheville’s Cen­ter for Jew­ish Stud­ies for 30 years. He is a found­ing board mem­ber of Yet­zi­rah: A Hearth for Jew­ish Poet­ry. You can find more infor­ma­tion, along with more of his work, at richard​chess​.com.