Poezie
The power of words, motto
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Motto:
Here the silence announces the
Next explosion
Though the rehearsals with the gas masks
Worn on Purim
Are not recommended for
New borne!
But let\'s go back to poetry
It\'s like a golden star everywhere,
Provoking allergy
But I hold it like a shield.
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A poem which does not die today
When something remains after us:
A recognizing sign,
A habit reserved over generations,
A recipe on a page corner
The taste for life or not,
The forgotten photos!
Something remains after our path:
The music of the young soul,
The pages scribbled undecipherable,
The lazy voice of memories
Magazine pages uncut!
Something remains after us: toured books
Over seas and over lands
On a language not known to grandchildren,
Some albums full of paper cuts
Of poems, prizes and dreams,
Stuff folded, rejected
Bizarre nostalgia closed in a safe
And the small change collected
By precise schemas dictated by the wind
The aging dilemma never being elucidated
In the new millennium of pointless conversations
Remains to sew a
Chain of unwritten memories
Without sentiments,
The difficulty of adaptation became
- A rescue wheel -
Translated by Noemi Marcovici
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