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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.
© Translation: 2010, Lisa Katz
לִבְנִי
לִבְנִי
© 2008, Gilad Meiri
From: Ketovet
Publisher: Even Hoshen, Ra\'anana
From: Ketovet
Publisher: Even Hoshen, Ra\'anana
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לִבְנִי
From: Ketovet
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.
© 2010, Lisa Katz
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