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Jerusalem Light

March 1, 2011 Issue 01, Issue 01 Poetry, Poetry, Translation

With burning eyes
she rose before dusk
the mountains beneath her
and all the hills
filling like window panes with liquid suns

March 1, 2011 Issue 01, Issue 01 Poetry, Poetry, Translation

If I forget you Jerusalem, may my right hand wither away. . .
If I do not remember you . . .
—Psalms 137:5-6

To write in Jerusalem
in a garden
with a wind that comes from the mountain
under a canopy of grapevines

March 1, 2011 Issue 01, Issue 01 Poetry, Poetry, Translation

I took three stones from there:
one from the water
one from the sun
and a small one
to grow.

March 1, 2011 Issue 01, Issue 01 Poetry, Poetry, Translation

The puzzle of the sun’s longing for
the sea
The marvel: her love fills the sky overflows the rim till the
sea is one
with the sky