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Gilad Meiri

TO MY SON

The forgiveness I\'m asking from you,
my son, dangles from a fruit tree.
When I arrive to pick it
the branch escapes me.

The forgiveness I\'m whispering to you
swims in the stream like a colorful fish.
When I bend to catch it
the waters recede.

But instead of forgiveness
I find myself rolling words
like stones
on the hill of my tongue

up and down
down and up.

לִבְנִי

לִבְנִי

Gilad Meiri

Gilad Meiri

(Israël, 1965)

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לִבְנִי

TO MY SON

The forgiveness I\'m asking from you,
my son, dangles from a fruit tree.
When I arrive to pick it
the branch escapes me.

The forgiveness I\'m whispering to you
swims in the stream like a colorful fish.
When I bend to catch it
the waters recede.

But instead of forgiveness
I find myself rolling words
like stones
on the hill of my tongue

up and down
down and up.
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