July 29, 2004

by Reb Yudel
Like loonies... (and parrots and monkeys)

From the Collected Poerms of Mordechai Geldmann
translated by Karen Alkalay-Gut
SPRING
Spring attacked, we became as loonies
our strength to die was dying
bush-hunters turned blue for love
and monkeys and parrots screeched.
Spring attacked, we became as loonies
running out of strength to die
Spring attacked, we became as loonies
In the morning the sheets ain't hiding
the light vomits the awakened onto the streets
time seduces, warns
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