The Book

The Book

A Proposal for a National Meditation for Beginners
Haifa in Winter
Revenge
I And They
Days Walk among Us Like Spies
Words to a Picture
The Book
Our Blood Is the World"s Petrol
Patches
Harmony

Translated from Hebrew by Vivian Eden and Karen Alkalay-Gut

It is not the forest that wanders
in the thicket of our lives
not the dust that covers
our deaths
but we
we
not the sea that drowns
in our veins
not the light that sinks
in all our ways
but we
we
not the Place that hears
our silences
not the dream that determines
our thoughts
but we
we
alone

Translated by Vivian Eden

AuthorAsher Reich
2018-08-21T17:23:15+00:00 June 4th, 2006|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 48|0 Comments