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Anat Levin
BIRTHDAY POEM 2006
It was a cruel year.You were sick
much of the time and much of the time
I thought final thoughts
and I spoke
ceaselessly maybe
the words would stick to your smooth body
and they would thus become me
I’d float in your belly, a small fish silver and bright
until you birthed me in a river of new language, a soft
and necessary water
but we remained
attached to living,
joined at the palms.
© Translation: 2013, Becka McKay
BIRTHDAY POEM 2006
© 2007, Anat Levin
From: Anna mistovevet leat
Publisher: Ahuzat Bayit, Tel Aviv
From: Anna mistovevet leat
Publisher: Ahuzat Bayit, Tel Aviv
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BIRTHDAY POEM 2006
From: Anna mistovevet leat
BIRTHDAY POEM 2006
It was a cruel year.You were sick
much of the time and much of the time
I thought final thoughts
and I spoke
ceaselessly maybe
the words would stick to your smooth body
and they would thus become me
I’d float in your belly, a small fish silver and bright
until you birthed me in a river of new language, a soft
and necessary water
but we remained
attached to living,
joined at the palms.
© 2013, Becka McKay
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