Poem
Noa Shakargy
CLASSIFIED THINGS
Ten minutes to one.Twenty thick minutes
have passed
since the beginning of class.
I have counted them as if they were sheep.
A professor looks up towards distant spaces: cafeteria,
toilet.
Meanwhile, another Solitaire game.
Again I’ve lost, my eyes
glazed before the King
of Kings, our Father
our King, purify
us for work and do not put us to the test, call off
a class here
and there, grant us credits
and stretch out tuition fees for mistakes
into convenient payments.
Our Father, our King have mercy
upon us.
© Translation: 2018, Yehuda Vizan
דברים שאין להם שיעור
דברים שאין להם שיעור
עֲשָׂרָה לְאַחַת.
עֶשְׂרִים דַּקּוֹת עָבוֹת
חָלְפוּ מֵרֵאשִׁית הַשִּׁעוּר.
סָפַרְתִּי אוֹתָן כְּמוֹ כְּבָשִׂים.
מַרְצֶה נוֹשֵׂא מַבָּט אֶל נוֹפִים רְחוֹקִים: קָפֵטֶרְיָה,
שֵׁרוּתִים.
בֵּינְתַיִם סוֹלִיטֶר נוֹסָף בַּמַּחְשֵׁב.
שׁוּב הִפְסַדְתִּי. עֵינַי
מִזְדַּגְּגוֹת מוּל מֶלֶךְ
מַלְכֵי הַמְּלָכִים, אָבִינוּ
מַלְכֵּנוּ, טַהֵר
לָעֲבוֹדָה וְאַל תַּעֲמִידֵנוּ
בְּמִבְחָן, בַּטֵּל
שִׁעוּר פֹּה
וָשָׁם, חָנֵּנוּ בִּנְקֻדּוֹת זְכוּת
וּפְרֹס שְׂכַר לִמּוּד מִטָּעֻיּוֹת
לְתַשְׁלוּמִים נוֹחִים.
אָבִינוּ מַלְכֵּנוּ חוּס
וְרַחֵם עָלֵינוּ.
עֶשְׂרִים דַּקּוֹת עָבוֹת
חָלְפוּ מֵרֵאשִׁית הַשִּׁעוּר.
סָפַרְתִּי אוֹתָן כְּמוֹ כְּבָשִׂים.
מַרְצֶה נוֹשֵׂא מַבָּט אֶל נוֹפִים רְחוֹקִים: קָפֵטֶרְיָה,
שֵׁרוּתִים.
בֵּינְתַיִם סוֹלִיטֶר נוֹסָף בַּמַּחְשֵׁב.
שׁוּב הִפְסַדְתִּי. עֵינַי
מִזְדַּגְּגוֹת מוּל מֶלֶךְ
מַלְכֵי הַמְּלָכִים, אָבִינוּ
מַלְכֵּנוּ, טַהֵר
לָעֲבוֹדָה וְאַל תַּעֲמִידֵנוּ
בְּמִבְחָן, בַּטֵּל
שִׁעוּר פֹּה
וָשָׁם, חָנֵּנוּ בִּנְקֻדּוֹת זְכוּת
וּפְרֹס שְׂכַר לִמּוּד מִטָּעֻיּוֹת
לְתַשְׁלוּמִים נוֹחִים.
אָבִינוּ מַלְכֵּנוּ חוּס
וְרַחֵם עָלֵינוּ.
© 2017, Noa Shakargy
From: Hotemet Home/Heat Signature
Publisher: Hakibbutz Hameuchad, Tel Aviv
From: Hotemet Home/Heat Signature
Publisher: Hakibbutz Hameuchad, Tel Aviv
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Poems of Noa Shakargy
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CLASSIFIED THINGS
Ten minutes to one.Twenty thick minutes
have passed
since the beginning of class.
I have counted them as if they were sheep.
A professor looks up towards distant spaces: cafeteria,
toilet.
Meanwhile, another Solitaire game.
Again I’ve lost, my eyes
glazed before the King
of Kings, our Father
our King, purify
us for work and do not put us to the test, call off
a class here
and there, grant us credits
and stretch out tuition fees for mistakes
into convenient payments.
Our Father, our King have mercy
upon us.
© 2018, Yehuda Vizan
From: Hotemet Home/Heat Signature
From: Hotemet Home/Heat Signature
CLASSIFIED THINGS
Ten minutes to one.Twenty thick minutes
have passed
since the beginning of class.
I have counted them as if they were sheep.
A professor looks up towards distant spaces: cafeteria,
toilet.
Meanwhile, another Solitaire game.
Again I’ve lost, my eyes
glazed before the King
of Kings, our Father
our King, purify
us for work and do not put us to the test, call off
a class here
and there, grant us credits
and stretch out tuition fees for mistakes
into convenient payments.
Our Father, our King have mercy
upon us.
© 2018, Yehuda Vizan
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