Edna Aphek


Edna Aphek

How He Will Come\ Edna Aphek
Translated from the Hebrew by Daniel Mayer

Not as a pugilist
So as not to mar my face,
So that it will be whole when Ezekiel arrives.
Not as Don Quixote
So I would not be borne by the breeze
When the bone -gatherers come.
Not as Harlequin
So I will not wear a mask
When the truth seekers come.
Not as thunder that might rip my skin drums
So I will not hear the cry of the Phoenix
When it rises from the ashes.

May he come as soft fog,
As light drizzle that gently unties my pains one -by -one .
Death, My Death
Put your hand in mine
I’m yours and now, you’re mine.

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