THE STARS IN THE SKY
The stars hang in the sky
The stars smile in the sky
The stars wink in the sky
But I will never know if they
were created forever.
The night ignited its stars.
The village dozed in its homes.
The silence sounded a prayer.
The orange-moon rose in the sky.
The night is pure as a diamond.
The village floats in a dream.
The fields are wrapped in black
in silence awaiting the light.
THE BLADE OF THE PLOW
The blade of the plow
slices through the earth of the night.
All the furrows are like harp strings.
We embraced the night.
We caressed the darkness with fingers
The night bows down to the light.
The dawn carries the crimson rocks on its back
The time forgot itself
in glances sailing to the dream
and the sun stood on its sword.
A whole man - now
except for his breath
and his heavy body
heavier than its weight
His body is heavy but has no use
When the eyes produce no light
and the mouth - no sound of speech
Life now like a chaos of stuttering
translated by Karen Alkalay-Gut