"The poems glow with pleasure in themselves. One can hear a kind of laughter resonating, as if having surpassed the moment and its trial, having presented suffering yet having set distance from it through the medium of his art. Though Dan Pagis has died too soon, may we learn from him to live."--David Ignatow
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"The poems glow with pleasure in themselves. One can hear a kind of laughter resonating, as if having surpassed the moment and its trial, having presented suffering yet having set distance from it through the medium of his art. Though Dan Pagis has died too soon, may we learn from him to live."--David Ignatow
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New. Dan Pagis (1930-1986) spent three of his adolescent years in a Nazi camp before arriving in Palestine in 1946. He became one of the most vibrant voices in modern Israeli poetry and is considered a major world poet of his generation. This title features translated poems, in which, Dan Pagis' voice can be heard celebrating the human spirit. Translator(s): Mitchell, Stephen. Series: Literature of the Middle East. Num Pages: 160 pages, black & white illustrations. BIC Classification: 1FBH; 2ABM; DCF; JFSR1. Category: (P) Professional & Vocational; (UP) Postgraduate, Research & Scholarly; (UU) Undergraduate. Dimension: 229 x 152 x 12. Weight in Grams: 36. 1996. Paperback.....We ship daily from our Bookshop.
The amazing swirl of the deamons in and out of the tombs of the ancients is constantly present in the poetry of Dan Pagis. His work is critical in the art coming out of the experience of the Holocaust, and the art trying to go both inside that atrocity and beyond it. It is never lived down, it is always present, even in the work that never speaks about the haunting of those years. I would especially recommend this book to those studying the literature of the Holocaust; it is as critical as Paul Celan and Nelly Sachs. It is as intimate as Miklos Radnoti. They are ever the Ables burried in the ground, and ever the Eves searching for same buried bones that the Cains pulverized and sifted, chafed into the seams of the wind.
