By Thich Nhat Hanh in December 2001
I hold my face in my two hands.
No, I am not crying.
I hold my face in my two hands
to keep the loneliness warm—
two hands protecting,
two hands nourishing,
two hands preventing
my soul from leaving me
in anger.
Written after the bombing of Ben Tre,
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By Thich Nhat Hanh in December 2001
I hold my face in my two hands.
No, I am not crying.
I hold my face in my two hands
to keep the loneliness warm—
two hands protecting,
two hands nourishing,
two hands preventing
my soul from leaving me
in anger.
Written after the bombing of Ben Tre, Vietnam when an American military man made the comment, "We had to destroy the town in order to save it." Call Me By My True Names (Berkeley: Parallax Press, 1999)
