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OUT of OUR ELEMENTS Let us speak simple to one another with the sound of our ancestors and the lazy lineage of history let us listen to prized inflections and marvel at the stubborness of time for the shtetel is everywhere glowing days are followed by pale nights and since no one here is guaranteed heaven our apples fall to the warm promise of earth we meet out of our elements spinning substance to substance one strand at a time and our time is all time with the newness of every moment entering leaving a foster child of silence and slow time subtle as a needle lifting a dropped stitch with slow resolutions and a whole tone a clear tone sustained for one long measure past dissonance into melodic intervals and the world mourning itself (To copy or translate this poem, please contact RUTH DAIGON) TRANSLATOR and ILLUSTRATOR WANTED FOR THIS PAGE |
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