Poem
Tahel Frosh
ISABELLA SLEEPS WITH THE DOGS
Isabella asked where are the dogsshe slept with dogs dreamt dogs
in a raging storm,
there were no dogs in our house or in any other
but Isabella kept looking for the dogs.
And no, this wasn’t our house
but a room where house is possible
where love is possible,
but every time it rained
we walked around the room and threw stones.
Isabella sleeps with the dogs
sowing a bone for roaming
we walked just like her
from house to house
and when it rained we only found branches.
Black dogs take their rest
with Isabella, coiled
on her woolen breasts,
her nipped flesh, they know everything.
I sat in the street and saw the two of us
or maybe I only saw the escape
I knocked with the branches knocked hard
at each door, there was no house
the storms came and went and blue sliced the sky.
© Translation: 2015, Adriana X Jacobs
איזבלה נמה בכלבים
איזבלה נמה בכלבים
אִיזַבֶּלָה שָׁאֲלָה הֵיכָן הַכְּלָבִים
יָשְׁנָה בַּכְּלָבִים חָלְמָה בַּכְּלָבִים
בַּסְּעָרָה הַגְּדוֹלָה,
וּבַבַּיִת שֶׁלָּנוּ לֹא הָיוּ וְגַם בָּאֲחֵרִים
אֲבָל אִיזַבֶּלָה חִפְּשָׂה אֶת הַכְּלָבִים.
וְלֹא, לֹא הָיָה זֶה הַבַּיִת שֶׁלָּנוּ
אֶלָּא חֶדֶר אֶחָד שֶׁבּוֹ יָכוֹל הַבַּיִת
וִיכוֹלָה לִהְיוֹת אַהֲבָה,
אֲבָל כָּל גֶּשֶׁם שֶׁבָּא
הִסְתּוֹבַבְנוּ בַּחֶדֶר וְזָרַקְנוּ אֲבָנִים.
יְשֵׁנָה אִיזַבֶּלָה בַּכְּלָבִים
זוֹרַעַת עֶצֶם לִנְדִידָה
כָּמוֹהָ הָלַכְנוּ
מִבַּיִת אֶחָד אֶל בַּיִת אַחֵר
וְכָל גֶּשֶׁם שֶׁבָּא לֹא מָצָאנוּ אֶלָּא עֲנָפִים.
נָמִים שְׁנָתָם בְּאִיזַבֶּלָה
כְּלָבִים שְׁחוֹרִים פְּקָעוֹת
עַל שָׁדֶיהָ צַמְרִירִים
נִנְשַׁךְ בְּשָׂרָהּ, הַכֹּל יוֹדְעִים
יָשַׁבְתִּי בָּרְחוֹב וְרָאִיתִי אֶת שְׁנֵינוּ
אוֹ שֶׁלֹּא רָאִיתִי אֶלָּא אֶת הַמְּנוּסָה
וְדָפַקְתִּי בָּעֲנָפִים וְדָפַקְתִּי בְּחָזְקָה
וּבְכָל דֶּלֶת לֹא הָיָה בַּיִת
הַסּוּפוֹת בָּאוּ הָלְכוּ וּבַשָּׁמַיִם תְּכֵלֶת חָתְכָה.
יָשְׁנָה בַּכְּלָבִים חָלְמָה בַּכְּלָבִים
בַּסְּעָרָה הַגְּדוֹלָה,
וּבַבַּיִת שֶׁלָּנוּ לֹא הָיוּ וְגַם בָּאֲחֵרִים
אֲבָל אִיזַבֶּלָה חִפְּשָׂה אֶת הַכְּלָבִים.
וְלֹא, לֹא הָיָה זֶה הַבַּיִת שֶׁלָּנוּ
אֶלָּא חֶדֶר אֶחָד שֶׁבּוֹ יָכוֹל הַבַּיִת
וִיכוֹלָה לִהְיוֹת אַהֲבָה,
אֲבָל כָּל גֶּשֶׁם שֶׁבָּא
הִסְתּוֹבַבְנוּ בַּחֶדֶר וְזָרַקְנוּ אֲבָנִים.
יְשֵׁנָה אִיזַבֶּלָה בַּכְּלָבִים
זוֹרַעַת עֶצֶם לִנְדִידָה
כָּמוֹהָ הָלַכְנוּ
מִבַּיִת אֶחָד אֶל בַּיִת אַחֵר
וְכָל גֶּשֶׁם שֶׁבָּא לֹא מָצָאנוּ אֶלָּא עֲנָפִים.
נָמִים שְׁנָתָם בְּאִיזַבֶּלָה
כְּלָבִים שְׁחוֹרִים פְּקָעוֹת
עַל שָׁדֶיהָ צַמְרִירִים
נִנְשַׁךְ בְּשָׂרָהּ, הַכֹּל יוֹדְעִים
יָשַׁבְתִּי בָּרְחוֹב וְרָאִיתִי אֶת שְׁנֵינוּ
אוֹ שֶׁלֹּא רָאִיתִי אֶלָּא אֶת הַמְּנוּסָה
וְדָפַקְתִּי בָּעֲנָפִים וְדָפַקְתִּי בְּחָזְקָה
וּבְכָל דֶּלֶת לֹא הָיָה בַּיִת
הַסּוּפוֹת בָּאוּ הָלְכוּ וּבַשָּׁמַיִם תְּכֵלֶת חָתְכָה.
© 2014, Tahel Frosh
From: Betsa/Avarice
Publisher: Mossad Bialik, Jerusalem
From: Betsa/Avarice
Publisher: Mossad Bialik, Jerusalem
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ISABELLA SLEEPS WITH THE DOGS
Isabella asked where are the dogsshe slept with dogs dreamt dogs
in a raging storm,
there were no dogs in our house or in any other
but Isabella kept looking for the dogs.
And no, this wasn’t our house
but a room where house is possible
where love is possible,
but every time it rained
we walked around the room and threw stones.
Isabella sleeps with the dogs
sowing a bone for roaming
we walked just like her
from house to house
and when it rained we only found branches.
Black dogs take their rest
with Isabella, coiled
on her woolen breasts,
her nipped flesh, they know everything.
I sat in the street and saw the two of us
or maybe I only saw the escape
I knocked with the branches knocked hard
at each door, there was no house
the storms came and went and blue sliced the sky.
© 2015, Adriana X Jacobs
From: Betsa/Avarice
From: Betsa/Avarice
ISABELLA SLEEPS WITH THE DOGS
Isabella asked where are the dogsshe slept with dogs dreamt dogs
in a raging storm,
there were no dogs in our house or in any other
but Isabella kept looking for the dogs.
And no, this wasn’t our house
but a room where house is possible
where love is possible,
but every time it rained
we walked around the room and threw stones.
Isabella sleeps with the dogs
sowing a bone for roaming
we walked just like her
from house to house
and when it rained we only found branches.
Black dogs take their rest
with Isabella, coiled
on her woolen breasts,
her nipped flesh, they know everything.
I sat in the street and saw the two of us
or maybe I only saw the escape
I knocked with the branches knocked hard
at each door, there was no house
the storms came and went and blue sliced the sky.
© 2015, Adriana X Jacobs
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