Poem
Erez Biton
BECOMING A WEAVER
BECOMING A WEAVERAt the Jerusalem School for the Blind
Mister Zvi, the school principal,
would introduce me to visitors
and say:
“This boy
when he grows up
we will make for him
one strap for the left shoulder
one strap for the right shoulder
and turn him into a weaver
who will weave rugs
for kings and princes.”
I did not become a weaver
and yet
at times
during moments of grace
my poems turn into
small rugs
for all and sundry
© Translation: 2015, Tsipi Keller
From: You Who Cross My Path
Publisher: BOA, Rochester, NY, 2015
From: You Who Cross My Path
Publisher: BOA, Rochester, NY, 2015
BECOMING A WEAVER
להיות אורג
בְּבֵית חִנּוּךְ עִוְּרִים בִּירוּשָׁלַיִם
הָיָה אָדוֹן צְבִי הַמְנַהֵל
מַצִּיג אוֹתִי
בִּפְנֵי הָאוֹרְחִים שֶׁל הַמּוֹסָד
וְאוֹמֵר:
"הַיֶּלֶד הַזֶּה
כְּשֶׁיִּגְדַּל
נַתְקִין לוֹ רְצוּעָה אַחַת עַל כֶּתֶף שְׂמֹאל
וּרְצוּעָה אַחַת עַל כֶּתֶף יָמִין
וְנַעֲשֶׂה אוֹתוֹ אוֹרֵג
וְיִהְיֶה עוֹשֶׂה שְׁטִיחִים
לִמְלָכִים וְלִנְסִיכִים."
אוֹרֵג לֹא נִהְיֵיתִי
אֲבָל
לִפְעָמִים
בִּרְגָעִים שֶׁל חֶסֶד
שִׁירַי נַעֲשִׂים מַרְבַדִּים קְטַנִּים
לְכָל אוֹרֵחַ וּלְכָל דִּכְפִין
בְּבֵית חִנּוּךְ עִוְּרִים בִּירוּשָׁלַיִם
הָיָה אָדוֹן צְבִי הַמְנַהֵל
מַצִּיג אוֹתִי
בִּפְנֵי הָאוֹרְחִים שֶׁל הַמּוֹסָד
וְאוֹמֵר:
"הַיֶּלֶד הַזֶּה
כְּשֶׁיִּגְדַּל
נַתְקִין לוֹ רְצוּעָה אַחַת עַל כֶּתֶף שְׂמֹאל
וּרְצוּעָה אַחַת עַל כֶּתֶף יָמִין
וְנַעֲשֶׂה אוֹתוֹ אוֹרֵג
וְיִהְיֶה עוֹשֶׂה שְׁטִיחִים
לִמְלָכִים וְלִנְסִיכִים."
אוֹרֵג לֹא נִהְיֵיתִי
אֲבָל
לִפְעָמִים
בִּרְגָעִים שֶׁל חֶסֶד
שִׁירַי נַעֲשִׂים מַרְבַדִּים קְטַנִּים
לְכָל אוֹרֵחַ וּלְכָל דִּכְפִין
© 2009, Erez Biton
From: Timbisert: A Moroccan bird
Publisher: Hakibbutz Hameuchad, Tel Aviv
From: Timbisert: A Moroccan bird
Publisher: Hakibbutz Hameuchad, Tel Aviv
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BECOMING A WEAVER
BECOMING A WEAVERAt the Jerusalem School for the Blind
Mister Zvi, the school principal,
would introduce me to visitors
and say:
“This boy
when he grows up
we will make for him
one strap for the left shoulder
one strap for the right shoulder
and turn him into a weaver
who will weave rugs
for kings and princes.”
I did not become a weaver
and yet
at times
during moments of grace
my poems turn into
small rugs
for all and sundry
© 2015, Tsipi Keller
From: You Who Cross My Path
Publisher: 2015, BOA, Rochester, NY
From: You Who Cross My Path
Publisher: 2015, BOA, Rochester, NY
BECOMING A WEAVER
BECOMING A WEAVERAt the Jerusalem School for the Blind
Mister Zvi, the school principal,
would introduce me to visitors
and say:
“This boy
when he grows up
we will make for him
one strap for the left shoulder
one strap for the right shoulder
and turn him into a weaver
who will weave rugs
for kings and princes.”
I did not become a weaver
and yet
at times
during moments of grace
my poems turn into
small rugs
for all and sundry
© 2015, Tsipi Keller
From: You Who Cross My Path
Publisher: 2015, BOA, Rochester, NY
From: You Who Cross My Path
Publisher: 2015, BOA, Rochester, NY
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