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Amir Or
SOME SAY LIFE
Some say life is continuing in the face of the alternative;some say – conquest; some stretch an equals sign
between life and its absence; and some say that life
was given us to serve those whose lives
are not a life. I say: you.
And this is easily explained: once again night envelops
what can be seen. At home lamps are lit. And in the light there’s no glance
except the one from the mirror, nothing except what sees me
seeing it; and it brings not release but longing, not death
but life. And I remove my gaze from the warm and the cold – night envelops everything –
and I long for the one who sees me through touching,
and I don’t remember a thing. Only this.
© Translation: 1997, Irit Sela
SOME SAY LIFE
© 1996, Amir Or
From: Shir
Publisher: Hakibbutz Hameuchad,
From: Shir
Publisher: Hakibbutz Hameuchad,
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SOME SAY LIFE
Some say life is continuing in the face of the alternative;some say – conquest; some stretch an equals sign
between life and its absence; and some say that life
was given us to serve those whose lives
are not a life. I say: you.
And this is easily explained: once again night envelops
what can be seen. At home lamps are lit. And in the light there’s no glance
except the one from the mirror, nothing except what sees me
seeing it; and it brings not release but longing, not death
but life. And I remove my gaze from the warm and the cold – night envelops everything –
and I long for the one who sees me through touching,
and I don’t remember a thing. Only this.
© 1997, Irit Sela
From: Shir
From: Shir
SOME SAY LIFE
Some say life is continuing in the face of the alternative;some say – conquest; some stretch an equals sign
between life and its absence; and some say that life
was given us to serve those whose lives
are not a life. I say: you.
And this is easily explained: once again night envelops
what can be seen. At home lamps are lit. And in the light there’s no glance
except the one from the mirror, nothing except what sees me
seeing it; and it brings not release but longing, not death
but life. And I remove my gaze from the warm and the cold – night envelops everything –
and I long for the one who sees me through touching,
and I don’t remember a thing. Only this.
© 1997, Irit Sela
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