Poem
David Vogel
Through the forests
Through the forestsnight passes, a silent echo
like a pale blue thread.
When the universe falls asleep
an old man will wake in the blackness
and listen to the galloping of all his days.
On a snow mountain that never was
again for a moment two horsemen meet
and turn without saying a word
each to his own way.
Night swiftly swallows up
two black horses.
© Translation: 2012, Lisa Katz
Through the forests
© 1998, Hakibbutz Hameuchad
From: Kol Hashirim
Publisher: Hakibbutz Hameuchad, Tel Aviv
From: Kol Hashirim
Publisher: Hakibbutz Hameuchad, Tel Aviv
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Through the forests
Through the forestsnight passes, a silent echo
like a pale blue thread.
When the universe falls asleep
an old man will wake in the blackness
and listen to the galloping of all his days.
On a snow mountain that never was
again for a moment two horsemen meet
and turn without saying a word
each to his own way.
Night swiftly swallows up
two black horses.
© 2012, Lisa Katz
From: Kol Hashirim
From: Kol Hashirim
Through the forests
Through the forestsnight passes, a silent echo
like a pale blue thread.
When the universe falls asleep
an old man will wake in the blackness
and listen to the galloping of all his days.
On a snow mountain that never was
again for a moment two horsemen meet
and turn without saying a word
each to his own way.
Night swiftly swallows up
two black horses.
© 2012, Lisa Katz
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