Last Friday marked the tenth anniversary of the death of the great Israeli poet, Dahlia Ravikovitch 1936 – 2005. To celebrate her work I post some of her poems in my translation.
We are almost at the end of the summer vacation, so for today’s installment I choose to present a poem, from True love (1986), which would be quite familiar to parents of young children.
Standing In Line For A Show
From True Love
Perhaps you and I will not remember,
how we stood together in line,
hand in hand.
And whenever you talked to me
I heard nothing
because of the mothers and children.
And as soon as I bent down to listen
You were already done.
So we couldn’t exchange a word.
Child don’t be afraid,
And you were afraid
and you gave me your hand.
And the line! The line!
It was a line that no one could cut.
Fear filled your eyes
and I was afraid that you’d cry.
And suddenly you said, it is already four thirty.
I panicked, how come four thirty?
And you became stiff and desperate
and the line, the line raged and didn’t move.
your almond eyes
were stronger than wind blowing at my back.
I knew nothing good would come out of it.
And suddenly you said that you no longer wanted.
We went back in taxi like the rich.
Inside my hand I held a pearl .