Tag: fathers
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From the Cycle: Who Knows From Whence My Poem
The linden shelters the twilight / like a leaf among its branches, / its flower enfolding the night in a bud / till dawn
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Shifreleh’s Portrait
On the wall, left of my bed / my daughter’s portrait hangs / frequently during the night I think of her / and see her lovely face / and hear her talk with me…