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Israel Har
‘BETWEEN OLD AND AGED’
I arranged civil affairsTo the bureaucrats’ satisfaction.
I arranged legal affairs
To the relatives’ displeasure.
I prepared earthly affairs
To the doctors’ consternation.
Now, just you and me.
Because my father and mother left me in bud.
Now, just you and me.
The books, the pictures: for my cloak
They will throw dice. No matter, no matter.
Nahum made a promise on your behalf: he said,
Trouble will not strike twice. And I,
Like an afternoon shadow bending beneath me, crouch.
Your love, your awe and the self-concealment
Were apparent.
Ablaze, the ship approaches, and he withdraws,
Oh my dear ones, like the horizon. And I ever
Greatly long. Now, just you and me. Again:
Just you and me. In early morning, by the shore.
BETWEEN OLD AND AGED
© 2002, Israel Har
From: Garden of Ropes Amid the Fire
Publisher: Keshev Publishing House,
From: Garden of Ropes Amid the Fire
Publisher: Keshev Publishing House,
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‘BETWEEN OLD AND AGED’
I arranged civil affairsTo the bureaucrats’ satisfaction.
I arranged legal affairs
To the relatives’ displeasure.
I prepared earthly affairs
To the doctors’ consternation.
Now, just you and me.
Because my father and mother left me in bud.
Now, just you and me.
The books, the pictures: for my cloak
They will throw dice. No matter, no matter.
Nahum made a promise on your behalf: he said,
Trouble will not strike twice. And I,
Like an afternoon shadow bending beneath me, crouch.
Your love, your awe and the self-concealment
Were apparent.
Ablaze, the ship approaches, and he withdraws,
Oh my dear ones, like the horizon. And I ever
Greatly long. Now, just you and me. Again:
Just you and me. In early morning, by the shore.
From: Garden of Ropes Amid the Fire
‘BETWEEN OLD AND AGED’
I arranged civil affairsTo the bureaucrats’ satisfaction.
I arranged legal affairs
To the relatives’ displeasure.
I prepared earthly affairs
To the doctors’ consternation.
Now, just you and me.
Because my father and mother left me in bud.
Now, just you and me.
The books, the pictures: for my cloak
They will throw dice. No matter, no matter.
Nahum made a promise on your behalf: he said,
Trouble will not strike twice. And I,
Like an afternoon shadow bending beneath me, crouch.
Your love, your awe and the self-concealment
Were apparent.
Ablaze, the ship approaches, and he withdraws,
Oh my dear ones, like the horizon. And I ever
Greatly long. Now, just you and me. Again:
Just you and me. In early morning, by the shore.
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