Kibbutz Shoval January 30, 1998

[translated from Hebrew - a poem by Natan Yonatan, chosen by Susie and read by Rotem Zaifert, Yonatan's friend]

The most beloved wander at night
Over the sands of the eastern shore of another sea.
And only us, sentenced to sleepwalking death,
Ask for some evidence of eternity of the soul
For the child who passed in the currents of spring.
The wheat was low and the morning filled with mist.
With nightfall the pine woods darken.
Somebody is playing Cat Stevens.
Once I had a dream,
And another person cries and listens, cries and listens.

 
       
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