Gedicht

Esther Raab

Side by side

I\'m beneath the bramble

I’m beneath the bramble,
easy, wanton,
I raised its thorns
towards you laughing,
light beats upon the expanse,
each fold in my dress
whispers to me:
“White and quaking
you go out
towards death.”
You appear –
and lightly I exult
brandishing a glittering sword -
and at high noon
in fields white with light
I issued our sentence
as one!

1922

© Translation: 2002, Institution for the Translation of Hebrew Literature
From: Thistles: Selected Poems of Esther Raab. Translated by Harold Schimmel
Publisher: Ibis, Jerusalem, 2002

I\'m beneath the bramble

Esther Raab

(Ottoman Palestine, 1894 - 1981)

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I\'m beneath the bramble

© 2002, Institution for the Translation of Hebrew Literature
From: Thistles: Selected Poems of Esther Raab. Translated by Harold Schimmel
Publisher: 2002, Ibis, Jerusalem