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Dan Pagis
EIN LEBEN
In the month of her death, she is standing by the windowframe,a young woman with a stylish, permanent wave.
She seems to be in a contemplative mood
as she stands there looking out the window.
Through the glass an afternoon cloud of 1934
looks in at her, blurred, slightly out of focus,
but her faithful servant. On the outside
I’m the one looking at her, four years old almost,
holding back my ball, quietly
going out of the photo and growing old,
growing old carefully, quietly,
so as not to frighten her.
© Translation: 1989, Stephen Mitchell
From: Variable Directions
Publisher: North Point, San Francisco, 1989
From: Variable Directions
Publisher: North Point, San Francisco, 1989
EIN LEBEN
© 1991, Hakibbutz Hameuchad and the Bialik Institute
From: Kol Hashirim Dan Pagis
Publisher: Hakibbutz Hameuchad and the Bialik Institute, Tel Aviv & Jerusalem
From: Kol Hashirim Dan Pagis
Publisher: Hakibbutz Hameuchad and the Bialik Institute, Tel Aviv & Jerusalem
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EIN LEBEN
From: Kol Hashirim Dan Pagis
EIN LEBEN
In the month of her death, she is standing by the windowframe,a young woman with a stylish, permanent wave.
She seems to be in a contemplative mood
as she stands there looking out the window.
Through the glass an afternoon cloud of 1934
looks in at her, blurred, slightly out of focus,
but her faithful servant. On the outside
I’m the one looking at her, four years old almost,
holding back my ball, quietly
going out of the photo and growing old,
growing old carefully, quietly,
so as not to frighten her.
© 1989, Stephen Mitchell
From: Variable Directions
Publisher: 1989, North Point, San Francisco
From: Variable Directions
Publisher: 1989, North Point, San Francisco
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