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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.

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.
 
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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.

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.
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