Poem
Yehuda Amichai
Herbal Tea
She poured him herbal tea to soothe
him. She said: “your desires
and wild lusts domesticated in many, many years,
you know, like wolves and dogs.
Tonight you’ll be like thousands of years ago.”
She led him by his hoarse penis
into a white, white bedroom
to please God and human beings.
“You’ll wonder what can be wings,
you’ll wonder; even heavy thighs and memories.”
She took off her long white gown,
the external soul of her body;
the internal soul she left on.
© Translation: 1994, Assia Gulmann
Kruidenthee
Zij schonk hem kruidenthee in
om hem te kalmeren. Ze zei: “je verlangens
zijn driften, in de loop van duizenden jaren getemd,
weet je, net als wolven en honden.
Vannacht zal het zijn als duizenden jaren geleden.”
Ze leidde hem bij zijn hese pik
naar een witte slaapkamer, om genade te vinden
in de ogen van God en in de ogen van de mensen.
“Het zal je verbazen, zei ze, wat kan worden
tot vleugels. Het zal je verbazen: zelfs
zware heupen, zelfs herinneringen.”
Ze trok haar lange jurk uit,
de buitenste ziel van haar lichaam.
De binnenste hield ze aan.
© Vertaling: 1994, Tamir Herzberg
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Herbal Tea
She poured him herbal tea to soothe
him. She said: “your desires
and wild lusts domesticated in many, many years,
you know, like wolves and dogs.
Tonight you’ll be like thousands of years ago.”
She led him by his hoarse penis
into a white, white bedroom
to please God and human beings.
“You’ll wonder what can be wings,
you’ll wonder; even heavy thighs and memories.”
She took off her long white gown,
the external soul of her body;
the internal soul she left on.
© 1994, Assia Gulmann
Herbal Tea
She poured him herbal tea to soothe
him. She said: “your desires
and wild lusts domesticated in many, many years,
you know, like wolves and dogs.
Tonight you’ll be like thousands of years ago.”
She led him by his hoarse penis
into a white, white bedroom
to please God and human beings.
“You’ll wonder what can be wings,
you’ll wonder; even heavy thighs and memories.”
She took off her long white gown,
the external soul of her body;
the internal soul she left on.
© 1994, Assia Gulmann
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