Amos Noy|| CYCLAMEN

Amos Noy ||

CYCLAMEN

 
Wondrously I grew in a little house by a big wood[1]
In a world, far, far away,[2] with no law or anger
On a planet where no fathers stood.
 
My mother nursed me on milk of wolves
To be big, strong and wary of strangers,
All of them dangers, and not err in loves.
 
No cry baby, I never wept against my will.
My mother, the engine that knew she could[3]–
Pulled her lov’d boy,[4] flew us o’er dale and hill,[5]
 
Not hoping for superfluous miracles or omens.
No rain fell on the dusty earth, no cloud burst
And in corms among untrodden stones, fair[6] cyclamen
Withered in their hidden thirst.
 
Haaretz September 25, 2022

Translated from Hebrew by Vivian Eden
 
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[1] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Little_House_in_the_Big_Woods
 
[2] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iXDnFYu91vY
 
[3]  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_2EhWYGbi5o
 
[4] https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44455/on-my-first-son
 
[5] https://poets.org/poem/midsummer-nights-dream-act-ii-scene-i-over-hill-over-dale
 
[6] https://poets.org/poem/she-dwelt-among-untrodden-ways

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Natan Zach || The End of the World

Natan Zach ||

The End of the World

                                    translated by Vivian Eden

Completely at random, the world ended.
Trade in shares was lively, the weather splendid.
Lovers lay in beds and some on the sand.
Artists painted nature, if not the lay of the land.
Professors wrinkled brows and wrote of weighty things.
The season was any season: fall and also spring.

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W. H. Auden || Refugee Blues

W. H. Auden ||

Refugee Blues

Say this city has ten million souls,
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:
Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us.

Once we had a country and we thought it fair,
Look in the atlas and you'll find it there:
We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.

In the village churchyard there grows an old yew,
Every spring it blossoms anew:
Old passports can't do that, my dear, old passports can't do that.

The consul banged the table and said,
"If you've got no passport you're officially dead":
But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive.

Went to a committee; they offered me a chair;
Asked me politely to return next year:
But where shall we go to-day, my dear, but where shall we go to-day?

Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said;
"If we let them in, they will steal our daily bread":
He was talking of you and me, my dear, he was talking of you and me.

Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky;
It was Hitler over Europe, saying, "They must die":
O we were in his mind, my dear, O we were in his mind.

Saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin,
Saw a door opened and a cat let in:
But they weren't German Jews, my dear, but they weren't German Jews.

Went down the harbour and stood upon the quay,
Saw the fish swimming as if they were free:
Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away.

Walked through a wood, saw the birds in the trees;
They had no politicians and sang at their ease:
They weren't the human race, my dear, they weren't the human race.

Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors,
A thousand windows and a thousand doors:
Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours.

Stood on a great plain in the falling snow;
Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro:
Looking for you and me, my dear, looking for you and me.

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