I Look through the Monkeys’ Eyes

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I Look through the Monkeys’ Eyes

The Barbarians (Round Two)
Blue Job
A Glas of Beer
Epitaph
I Look through the Monkeys’ Eyes

I look through the monkeys’ eyes,
as they play with my skull in the treetops.
I’m lifted with the eagle as he flies
because my entrails are in his;
in the belly of the earth
I crawl with worms
who ate my eyes out of my sockets;
I am green, I grow in the grass
That my rotting flesh makes rich.

O my body
How you have grown!

Translation: Irit Sela

AuthorAmir Or
2018-08-21T17:23:54+00:00 April 1st, 2000|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 14|0 Comments