The Water Man
Many of our friends asked to read my poetry in English. Luckily, my husband is from Canada and was kind enough to translate many of my poems from the different collections. "Ramot" (Tel Aviv University) published them in THE WATER MAN in 1994. The lovely cover art is by George Jonas
Gulls Made Love
Gulls made love
on the water
I heard the sea
pass gently
between them
even the surrounding sands
held off the while.
Raincolors
When I fall asleep
in raincolors
and your hand passes raindrops
in my sleep
the sounds will bloom.
He Did Not Know
He did not know
That a woman loved him all night long
The next day a careful hand
Fluttered across his cheek
Her eyes full
Her voice rain
He did not know
That a woman loved him so
Each night
Tearing him from sleep
Gathering darkness from darkenss
And coming with a shout into his body.
End of July
What is this temor grasping
the end of July
bowing the oak
even the moonlight has lost its way
What is this tremor passing by
and the wine trees swaying before me
The Milky Way
The wine I gave up long ago
The music too
And the only light on in my room
Is the blue one
Every evening
Out of habit
Almost like the moon outside
And seeing it has about the same effect
I forgive
Provided that you are the night
Climbing the milky way.
I Don't Belong Here
I don't belong here
I don't belong anywhere
Gypsy eyes hint at a Gypsy body
even a Gypsy soul
tonight I'll dance
among the bonfire scarves
feet bare to the sand
hands bare to the flames
don't covet
the whispering coals
I don't belong here
I've grown leaves from the wind
blowing east from the desert
treeless, rootless
an open tent sail
I am love
passing through.
The Water Man
My water man
passes among the sleeping
corals
and rubs them with his palms
until he shows their true color
he knows no rest
until he uncovers
even the most modest among them
I send him
a school of curious fish
searching out his slippery organs
with tiny bites of
amazement.
My water man knows no fear
even when the air is gone
from his lungs
he makes love
to me.
How
How will you manage alone
He asked at the door
I will be like the frozen sea
No streams coming or going
within
Make Love
Make love to me for all the days
the days gone by the days with you
make love until I am revealed
in daylight, and in darkness too.
Make lent to me
for the abandoned, homeless
forlorn and trembling,
behold and bless
Make love to me
for the fertile and bare
do not divide
Leave nothing behind.
He Did Not Know
He did not know
That a woman loved him all night long
The next day a careful hand
Fluttered across his cheek
Her eyes full
Her voice rain
He did not know
That a woman loved him so
Each night
Tearing him from sleep
Gathering darkness from darkenss
And coming with a shout into his body.
Fallow
Fields free of furrows
grow what they will.
You can read the full "Water Man" collection here >>