Poem
Shai Dotan
AN ODE TO UNDERPANTS
Anat bought mea pair of
underpants
that she chose herself
at the department store.
Thong underpants
red like Sexoman’s.
Two triangles
from a bullfighter’s cape,
a trampoline
of desire,
a sail of lust.
I insert my
hairy legs in them
a crotch
basin.
They were so lovely
that suddenly
I couldn’t bear
the nakedness
of the nudity,
my drooping
member,
my manliness
bowing like a Muslim
in prayer.
The lesson
of my ode:
Should your wife
buy you a pair of
red thong underpants
don’t waster your time
with utterances
about beauty.
Make love.
© Translation: 2009, Harvey Bock
אוֹדָה לתחתונים
אוֹדָה לתחתונים
עֲנָת קָנְתָה לִי
זוּג
תַּחְתּוֹנִים
שֶׁבָּחֲרָה לְבַדָּהּ
.בַּמַּשְׁבִּיר לַצַּרְכָן
תַּחְתּוֹנֵי טַנְגָּה
אֲדֻמִּים
כְּמוֹ שָׁל
.סֶקִסוֹמָן
שְׁנֵי מְשֻׁלָּשִׁים
מִגְּלִימַת לוֹחֵם
,שְׁוָרִים
טְרַמְפּוֹלִינָה
,לַחֵשֶׁק
מִפְרָשׂ
.לַתְּשׁוּקָה
הִכְנַסְתִּי בָּהֶם
רַגְלַיִם שְׂעִירוֹת
אַגָּן
.מִפְשָׂעָה
כֹּה יָפִים הָיוּ
עַד שֶׁפִּתְאוֹם
לֹא יָכֹלְתִּי לָשֵׂאת
אֶת עֶרְיַת
,הָעֶרְוָה
אֵיבָרִי
,הַנִּשְׁמָט
זַכְרוּתִי
הַקַּדָּה כְּמֻסְלְמִי
.בִּתְפִלָּה
מוּסַר הַהַשְׂכֵּל
:שֶׁל הָאוֹדָה שֶׁלִּי
אִם אִשְׁתְּךָ
קוֹנָה לְךָ זוּג
תַּחְתּוֹנֵי טַנְגָּה
אֲדֻמִּים
אַל תְּבַזְבֵּז אֶת הַזְּמַן
בַּהֲגִיגִים
.עַל יֹפִי
.עֲשֵׂה אַהֲבָה
© 2005, Shai Dotan
From: On the Verge
Publisher: Am Oved, Tel Aviv
From: On the Verge
Publisher: Am Oved, Tel Aviv
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AN ODE TO UNDERPANTS
Anat bought mea pair of
underpants
that she chose herself
at the department store.
Thong underpants
red like Sexoman’s.
Two triangles
from a bullfighter’s cape,
a trampoline
of desire,
a sail of lust.
I insert my
hairy legs in them
a crotch
basin.
They were so lovely
that suddenly
I couldn’t bear
the nakedness
of the nudity,
my drooping
member,
my manliness
bowing like a Muslim
in prayer.
The lesson
of my ode:
Should your wife
buy you a pair of
red thong underpants
don’t waster your time
with utterances
about beauty.
Make love.
© 2009, Harvey Bock
From: On the Verge
From: On the Verge
AN ODE TO UNDERPANTS
Anat bought mea pair of
underpants
that she chose herself
at the department store.
Thong underpants
red like Sexoman’s.
Two triangles
from a bullfighter’s cape,
a trampoline
of desire,
a sail of lust.
I insert my
hairy legs in them
a crotch
basin.
They were so lovely
that suddenly
I couldn’t bear
the nakedness
of the nudity,
my drooping
member,
my manliness
bowing like a Muslim
in prayer.
The lesson
of my ode:
Should your wife
buy you a pair of
red thong underpants
don’t waster your time
with utterances
about beauty.
Make love.
© 2009, Harvey Bock
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