Poem
Shulamit Apfel
SLOW COOKING
I killed myself with slow cooking said Leonagreen looks nice on you said her husband donned his hat and went out
why are you walking about naked
people asked. But I said the man who went out
my wife killed herself with slow cooking
all evening I sat among customers in the cafe
the waiter didn’t speak to me
I don’t recognize anyone on the street
at the square I ran into a demonstration
lost my way among the sign bearers
I’ve never succeeded with women aside from my wife
I’m not even sure what kind of man I am
I’ve turned into a story that I’ve told to myself
© Translation: 2020, Lisa Katz
בישול איטי
בישול איטי
הִתְאַבַּדְתִּי בְּבִשּׁוּל אִיטִּי אָמְרָה לִיאוֹנַה
יָפֶה לָךְ יָרֹק אָמַר בַּעֲלָהּ חָבַשׁ כּוֹבָעוֹ וְיָצָא
מַדּוּעַ אַתָּה מְהַלֵּךְ בָּרְחוֹב כְּשֶׁרַק עוֹרְךָ לְגוּפְךָ
שָׁאֲלוּ עוֹבְרִים וְשָׁבִים, אָבֵל אֲנִי, עָנָה הָאִישׁ שֶׁיָּצָא
אִשְׁתִּי הִתְאַבְּדָה בְּבִשּׁוּל אִטִּי
כָּל הָעֶרֶב יָשַׁבְתִּי בֵּין בָּאֵי הַקָּפֶה
הַמֶּלְצַר לֹא פָּנָה אֵלַי בִּדְּבָרִים
אֲנִי לֹא מְזַהֶה אִישׁ בָּרְחוֹב
בַּכִּכָּר נִקְלַעְתִּי לַהַפְגָּנָה
הִסְתַּבַּכְתִּי עִם נוֹשְׂאֵי הַשְּׁלָטִים
לֹא הִשְׂכַּלְתִּי לְהַכִּיר נָשִׁים מִלְּבַד אִשְׁתִּי
כְּבָר אֵינִי בָּטוּחַ אֵיזֶה אָדָם אֲנִי
הָפַכְתִּי לַסִּפּוּר שֶׁסִּפַּרְתִּי לְעַצְמִי
יָפֶה לָךְ יָרֹק אָמַר בַּעֲלָהּ חָבַשׁ כּוֹבָעוֹ וְיָצָא
מַדּוּעַ אַתָּה מְהַלֵּךְ בָּרְחוֹב כְּשֶׁרַק עוֹרְךָ לְגוּפְךָ
שָׁאֲלוּ עוֹבְרִים וְשָׁבִים, אָבֵל אֲנִי, עָנָה הָאִישׁ שֶׁיָּצָא
אִשְׁתִּי הִתְאַבְּדָה בְּבִשּׁוּל אִטִּי
כָּל הָעֶרֶב יָשַׁבְתִּי בֵּין בָּאֵי הַקָּפֶה
הַמֶּלְצַר לֹא פָּנָה אֵלַי בִּדְּבָרִים
אֲנִי לֹא מְזַהֶה אִישׁ בָּרְחוֹב
בַּכִּכָּר נִקְלַעְתִּי לַהַפְגָּנָה
הִסְתַּבַּכְתִּי עִם נוֹשְׂאֵי הַשְּׁלָטִים
לֹא הִשְׂכַּלְתִּי לְהַכִּיר נָשִׁים מִלְּבַד אִשְׁתִּי
כְּבָר אֵינִי בָּטוּחַ אֵיזֶה אָדָם אֲנִי
הָפַכְתִּי לַסִּפּוּר שֶׁסִּפַּרְתִּי לְעַצְמִי
© 2012, Shulamit Apfel
From: Nothing but the truth
Publisher: Safra, Tel Aviv
From: Nothing but the truth
Publisher: Safra, Tel Aviv
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SLOW COOKING
I killed myself with slow cooking said Leonagreen looks nice on you said her husband donned his hat and went out
why are you walking about naked
people asked. But I said the man who went out
my wife killed herself with slow cooking
all evening I sat among customers in the cafe
the waiter didn’t speak to me
I don’t recognize anyone on the street
at the square I ran into a demonstration
lost my way among the sign bearers
I’ve never succeeded with women aside from my wife
I’m not even sure what kind of man I am
I’ve turned into a story that I’ve told to myself
© 2020, Lisa Katz
From: Nothing but the truth
From: Nothing but the truth
SLOW COOKING
I killed myself with slow cooking said Leonagreen looks nice on you said her husband donned his hat and went out
why are you walking about naked
people asked. But I said the man who went out
my wife killed herself with slow cooking
all evening I sat among customers in the cafe
the waiter didn’t speak to me
I don’t recognize anyone on the street
at the square I ran into a demonstration
lost my way among the sign bearers
I’ve never succeeded with women aside from my wife
I’m not even sure what kind of man I am
I’ve turned into a story that I’ve told to myself
© 2020, Lisa Katz
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