Even though I used to sit with Natan Yonatan for hours and I translated many poems with him, I could never get this one right. And I still can’t. But now I understand what he was writing about. Here, where the Hadera River meets the sea, the sand in summer is carried in by the waves and blocks the river, which flows sluggishly for lack of rain. In the winter it would open up when the flow got stronger. But now the sand is cleared and the river is more powerful and there is no more blockage. This phenomenon was also true of the Yarkon river in Tel Aviv. Ezi says that camels would cross the roadway between the river and the sea.
anyway I am still not sure i’ve got the poem right. Natan wanted me always to adjust the translation to the music, but that was impossible – since the accents in hebrew fall differently.
leaving Sdot Yam today, we came upon this sculpture – with chimes and a few lines of the poem written by Natan Yonatan in this place. The poem, in my translation, is here:
SHORES ARE SOMETIMES
Shores are sometimes longings for a stream it loved.
Ezi spent a day making a Dobos torte for Oren’s birthday. I was so hoping we’d get our whole family together to celebrate it, but we couldn’t seem to get our times together. Maybe my madness is coming out – that i’m afraid of my own grandchildren, my own children, and wasn’t assertive enough about the times. I’ve noticed my increasing paranoia, my fear of going out to Jaffa, my hunger for communication ameliorated by the occasional zoom. All along, I thought I was as sane as could be expected. Thank goodness we’re going on the Israel Trail tomorrow. Even though it is really hard to hike with a mask, it’s still more sane to commune with nature…
never mind – we’ll still have a birthday party – and many more – this is a month of family birthdays, and we have to celebrate a few before the next shutdown.
When the sun came out this afternoon, around noon, I really wanted to go for a walk. But not where there were people. I was really paranoid about this part. People have become our enemy.
Anyway, Ezi drove to Jaffa. He wanted to see what was left of his grandfather’s hangars – but there was really nothing to see. I don’t know what the plans for the future are instead of those hangars – but they look really big. And people were celebrating everywhere. Look how gorgeous:
in these times of trouble I sometimes feel an incredible urge to connect with people who may be ill, or lonely, or in need. Usually I take an aspirin and lie down until the feeling goes away. Because I know it isn’t going to lead to an improvement of the person’s situation, and I can’t do much to change that situation, but it will definitely make me feel bad. Tonight a former student called and reminisced about the times she used to visit me when all the kids were living here and we had a dog and everything was happening. I was beginning to feel nostalgic about the good old days but then I realized her situation was so bad now that her happy days were long ago and in her situation it will never get better than it was then. i wish i could help her, somehow connect her with a partner, get her an eye doctor that could improve her situation, or at least help her find a job that she could do with other people. but i know i can’t, so all i can do is wish her well, embrace her virtually, and then go off feeling sad.
and yet we must connect. we are so busy with our survival and the difficulties of overcoming the obstacles to communication that sometimes we forget the old people, the weak, or even just the old friends that need a little boost. let’s try, just a little harder. i will. i promise.
one side of my throat is all swollen,and, when i think about it, it’s been a long time since i haven’t had a chill or a head ache. but it is such a hassle to go to the doctor and then be told to drink tea with ginger or something basic like that. worse, to be given an antibiotic and then go crazy with all those anti-anti-biotics. oy. i just want to stop my teeth from hurting.
but if i stay home and rest I’ll watch television. And then the news about elections in March will make me ache all over. I have the terrible feeling that we’re getting vaccines just so that we’ll go to the polls and re-elect Bibi…