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It was nice of you to call, nice to hear
your voice. How are you ? you have
made progress. I saw your writing in
the magazine. Yes, its been a few years since:
and those made their own, having a few siblings
not to mention how many. These you just never
count. So, whats with me ? same walls and
hundred-twenty square feet: the ground shifts
and around me everything cracks. And during nights
I tremble: sudden cracks, the plaster
peels off, upon the roof bats would spit
showers of fruit mash softened by puke and grains. And if
I attend to this silence coming from
your phone, I can clearly hear:
herds of longings fading away, galloping into the mountains.
Translated from the Hebrew by Yuval Perez
April 2000.
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