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T. Carmi
MIRACLES
I go into the dark kitchenand press the switch.
Lights!
I sit on the sofa
near the dog.
He turns on his back,
raises his paws and yawns.
In the bedroom
I bend down to my wife.
She smiles in her sleep,
murmurs, dreams again.
Don’t they understand?
Fiery creatures are uttering,
the Angel of Death is in the city,
the altar is crying . . .
and I go from room to room,
night after night,
counting the miracles.
© Translation: 1983, JPS and Grace Schulman
From: At the Stone of Losses
Publisher: Jewish Publication Society & University of California Press, Philadelphia, PA & Berkeley, CA, 1983
From: At the Stone of Losses
Publisher: Jewish Publication Society & University of California Press, Philadelphia, PA & Berkeley, CA, 1983
MIRACLES
© 1994, Dvir
From: T. Carmi: Poems 1951-1994
Publisher: Dvir, Tel Aviv
From: T. Carmi: Poems 1951-1994
Publisher: Dvir, Tel Aviv
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MIRACLES
From: T. Carmi: Poems 1951-1994
MIRACLES
I go into the dark kitchenand press the switch.
Lights!
I sit on the sofa
near the dog.
He turns on his back,
raises his paws and yawns.
In the bedroom
I bend down to my wife.
She smiles in her sleep,
murmurs, dreams again.
Don’t they understand?
Fiery creatures are uttering,
the Angel of Death is in the city,
the altar is crying . . .
and I go from room to room,
night after night,
counting the miracles.
© 1983, JPS and Grace Schulman
From: At the Stone of Losses
Publisher: 1983, Jewish Publication Society & University of California Press, Philadelphia, PA & Berkeley, CA
From: At the Stone of Losses
Publisher: 1983, Jewish Publication Society & University of California Press, Philadelphia, PA & Berkeley, CA
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