Poem
Ory Bernstein
THE SAME
Hold me. In the window, an illusion.A city and a city and one more and all come from above.
Hold me. Nothing's been decided yet.
Already the meaningless morning. How many nights
didn’t I sleep. And without the night
we are shelterless. Objects
revealed in the morning are the same
objects I watched all night.
© Translation: 2017, Maayan Eitan
אותם
אותם
החזיקי בי. החלון מראה תעתועים.
עיר ועוד עיר ועוד עיר והכול מלמעלה.
החזיקי בי. דבר עוד לא נפל.
כבר בוקר של אפסים. כמה לילות
לא הלכתי לישון. ובלי הלילה
אין לנו מחסה. החפצים
המתגלים בבוקר הם אותם
החפצים בם התבוננתי כל הלילה.
עיר ועוד עיר ועוד עיר והכול מלמעלה.
החזיקי בי. דבר עוד לא נפל.
כבר בוקר של אפסים. כמה לילות
לא הלכתי לישון. ובלי הלילה
אין לנו מחסה. החפצים
המתגלים בבוקר הם אותם
החפצים בם התבוננתי כל הלילה.
© 1974, Ory Bernstein
From: All The Lonely Deeds/Kulam Maʹasim Bodedim: Shirim 1967-1973
Publisher: Siman Kria, Tel Aviv
From: All The Lonely Deeds/Kulam Maʹasim Bodedim: Shirim 1967-1973
Publisher: Siman Kria, Tel Aviv
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THE SAME
Hold me. In the window, an illusion.A city and a city and one more and all come from above.
Hold me. Nothing's been decided yet.
Already the meaningless morning. How many nights
didn’t I sleep. And without the night
we are shelterless. Objects
revealed in the morning are the same
objects I watched all night.
© 2017, Maayan Eitan
From: All The Lonely Deeds/Kulam Maʹasim Bodedim: Shirim 1967-1973
From: All The Lonely Deeds/Kulam Maʹasim Bodedim: Shirim 1967-1973
THE SAME
Hold me. In the window, an illusion.A city and a city and one more and all come from above.
Hold me. Nothing's been decided yet.
Already the meaningless morning. How many nights
didn’t I sleep. And without the night
we are shelterless. Objects
revealed in the morning are the same
objects I watched all night.
© 2017, Maayan Eitan
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