P oetry R epair S hop (1999.07: 084)
- CONTEMPORARY INTERNATIONAL POETRY
- by new, emerging, and established poets

ELISHA PORAT
The Lost Son

He came back, but he came like a stranger
He came back, looked about and did not
Recall, for to him, all appeared estranged:
The house, the yard, the narrow lane.
Their memory sliced through his heart,
Cut, and he who survived and was favoured
Came back; and he who had sworn back there
That nothing would he forget, estranged though it be:
A dirt path, and the barren field and the ditch
At the edge, and the Lemon tree with its bitter fruit.
He felt that his absence was almost ordained:
To come back at last, to come like a stranger
With a shadowy memory that was not estranged,
And an unravelled thread of burning desire
That will never more be made whole.

published here with author's permission



Poem copyright 1999; all rights reserved. (If you desire a copy of this poem, please contact the AUTHOR).