Half a dozen poems I wrote in Jerusalem in the early 1980's:
The Maidens of Jerusalem
Despair, Despair, Nothing to Write
Smoking the Earth
Tilt to the Sky
Outcast in a Foreign Country
Sometimes a Soldier
The Maidens of Jerusalem
The maidens of Jerusalem
Are the fairest in the world
Barefooted, lightly garbed
With a crown full of curls
When they walk, they dance
When they talk, they sing
When they smile, romance
When they cry, all cry
Carefree, yet concerned
Virgins with experience
Mothers, lovers, wives
Children all their lives
The maidens of Jerusalem
Are the fairest in the world
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