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Writings for Peace

Bringing you poetry and prose from around the world to reflect the broader humanitarian mission of Peace Partners. It is our hope to provide a safe space for compassion, empathy, and insight into our shared want for a more peaceful society. Here we showcase work from familiar names and those too-long overlooked by history, as well as the new and emerging voices of today.

Metamorphosis

7/4/2021

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​From the lush greenery of W.S. Merwin’s vast Maui garden with its 900 palm varietals, we move now to the rich rain forests of Nicaragua and “Metamorphasis” by Gioconda Belli. Belli is a celebrated writer, activist, and 2019 recipient of the Oxfam Novib/PEN Award for Freedom of Expression. The award is given in recognition of a writer’s continued and courageous work in the face of persecution:
Metamorphasis
 
The vines
Are twisting
From my ears.
 
My eyes have become
pistils in motion
and purple flowers
flow from my mouth.
 
As I walk,
the house fills
with my leaves.
 
My branches block the room,
and I’m tangled up in everything.
My nose has already turned green, too,
and I no longer smell the same.
I bump into the furniture,
and my legs are breaking through bricks
in search of land,
tangling me up even more.
 
Now that my hair pushes against the walls,
I can barely move.
My arms have shrunk away,
leaving just my fingers,
while my body’s
become a trunk.
 
With my fingers
I touch my new
self all over
among the leaves
and twigs
and flowers that fill my mouth
and stain my teeth.
 
My fingers explore me
With a touch fertile
for my growing branches,
and finally,
after so much resistance,
my hands give in
and tiny thorns sprout
from my nails.
 
The purple flowers from my mouth
cover my body,
and in my metamorphosis
I am a twisting mass of vines
thorny,
alone,
one with nature.

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