Poem by Zeev Kachel
Translated by Uvi Poznansky
When life becomes a curse
Like a stonemill you must heft
No one's here to ask for help
Not a single friend is left
Then your soul is bitter, cleft.
The children flew, one far, one distant...
Four walls, the home is vacant
How can you hug her, she is absent
No one is left but memories
Then the heavy burden slaps
A man on the verge of his collapse.
Wow-what an amazing project to work on, Uvi. I can only imagine the different kind of inspiration this provides. Oh, and the emotions it must stir...
ReplyDeleteOh you are so right, ChaiLicious, about the emotions it must stir! I discovered these poems during the Shiv-aa (a seven-days mourning period) for his passing...
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