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Lyor Shternberg
LEAVING POETRY
Let the poems teach me how to leave them.I’d watch the beautiful people passing by on the street
and march like the sun into your name, my new love.
It happens, it happens, it is happening now,
a fire that doesn’t loathe kitsch.
Because if the hot eyes of night are kitsch,
and hair pulls the evening’s trigger, that’s fine with me!
Sound the trumpets, send out the doves!
An idiot’s decided to reject sadness,
sold himself for porridge on a sunny day.
If only the poems would teach me how to leave them.
Live.
© Translation: 2012, Lisa Katz
LEAVING POETRY
© 2008, Hakibbutz Hameuchad
From: In the Warm Light
Publisher: Hakibbutz Hameuchad, Tel Aviv
From: In the Warm Light
Publisher: Hakibbutz Hameuchad, Tel Aviv
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LEAVING POETRY
Let the poems teach me how to leave them.I’d watch the beautiful people passing by on the street
and march like the sun into your name, my new love.
It happens, it happens, it is happening now,
a fire that doesn’t loathe kitsch.
Because if the hot eyes of night are kitsch,
and hair pulls the evening’s trigger, that’s fine with me!
Sound the trumpets, send out the doves!
An idiot’s decided to reject sadness,
sold himself for porridge on a sunny day.
If only the poems would teach me how to leave them.
Live.
© 2012, Lisa Katz
From: In the Warm Light
From: In the Warm Light
LEAVING POETRY
Let the poems teach me how to leave them.I’d watch the beautiful people passing by on the street
and march like the sun into your name, my new love.
It happens, it happens, it is happening now,
a fire that doesn’t loathe kitsch.
Because if the hot eyes of night are kitsch,
and hair pulls the evening’s trigger, that’s fine with me!
Sound the trumpets, send out the doves!
An idiot’s decided to reject sadness,
sold himself for porridge on a sunny day.
If only the poems would teach me how to leave them.
Live.
© 2012, Lisa Katz
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