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Amir Or
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O walker, leave the path a while,sit among the berry trees and vines,
water and trees and stone so white.
Here I, a boy and king, do lie.
My face cold marble, my hands, my feet.
I am dressed in ferns and fallen leaves.
I too never went far afield
I too once lived and breathed.
O walker, leave the path a space,
crush wild berries on my face.
© Translation: 1997, Vivian Eden
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EPITAPH
O walker, leave the path a while,sit among the berry trees and vines,
water and trees and stone so white.
Here I, a boy and king, do lie.
My face cold marble, my hands, my feet.
I am dressed in ferns and fallen leaves.
I too never went far afield
I too once lived and breathed.
O walker, leave the path a space,
crush wild berries on my face.
© 1997, Vivian Eden
EPITAPH
O walker, leave the path a while,sit among the berry trees and vines,
water and trees and stone so white.
Here I, a boy and king, do lie.
My face cold marble, my hands, my feet.
I am dressed in ferns and fallen leaves.
I too never went far afield
I too once lived and breathed.
O walker, leave the path a space,
crush wild berries on my face.
© 1997, Vivian Eden
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