In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:

S E P T E M B E R / O C T O B E R 2 0 0 7 W W W. T I K K U N . O R G T I K K U N 95 1. Somewheresomeonesomethingthere— A dark dawn, granitegrazing… Theriver, the leaves in therustleof theirfalling, Song of the grove. I'm passing— I'm passing likethis autumn Setting its foot on the first ice: Stark, opaque,brittle, andfalling And buriedinthis dark, rainingdawn. I pass like that star Slowly slipping into light–no–light Behindthe horizon, oblivion, Whereit willmeetanother night. 2. I'm passing likethis pain Leaving my body, Joy of separation As from this pain Leaving my body. I'm parting from myself As from this autumn, Thedawn's dark swans Andthewings of its clouds. I'm passingwithoutsadness thebordersof change. Tomorrow The snowwillsilence onthe beautifulpath My life, My bodythat ached, The autumn, The flight of my dark swans. 3. Here, autumnis the cuspof spring Andthe pine,an eternal candle. Don't look upon my vanishing, Forthe pineis an eternal candle. In the vineyard the leaves fell, In the hillsthe squill bloomed. Don't look upon my vanishing: A black candleburns in the hills. In the hillsthe stone has been chiseled. The grass is soft as a flock of sheep. Don't look upon my vanishing, Forthe pineis an eternal candle. -Leah Goldberg TranslatedfromtheHebrewbyAnnieKantar FROM SONGS OF TWO AUTUMNS By Leah Goldberg POETRY 9.Culture:MA 2007 8/7/07 9:40 AM Page 95 ...

pdf

Additional Information

ISSN
2164-0041
Print ISSN
0887-9982
Pages
p. 95
Launched on MUSE
2016-07-06
Open Access
No
Archive Status
Archived
Back To Top

This website uses cookies to ensure you get the best experience on our website. Without cookies your experience may not be seamless.