Poem
Esther Ettinger
DYNASTY
Shoes –black suede, size thirty-eight
that I bought in Rome with my mother
near the fountain
in ninety-one.
My granddaughters walk in them.
Their big toes swim down into the boats’
sharp prows,
and they sail on their high haunches
on a journey through the rooms,
fail and stand up again.
This is how we establish a dynasty.
© Translation: 2012, Lisa Katz
DYNASTY
© 2011, Hakibbutz Hameuchad
From: Night and Day
Publisher: Hakibbutz Hameuchad, Tel Aviv
From: Night and Day
Publisher: Hakibbutz Hameuchad, Tel Aviv
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DYNASTY
Shoes –black suede, size thirty-eight
that I bought in Rome with my mother
near the fountain
in ninety-one.
My granddaughters walk in them.
Their big toes swim down into the boats’
sharp prows,
and they sail on their high haunches
on a journey through the rooms,
fail and stand up again.
This is how we establish a dynasty.
© 2012, Lisa Katz
From: Night and Day
From: Night and Day
DYNASTY
Shoes –black suede, size thirty-eight
that I bought in Rome with my mother
near the fountain
in ninety-one.
My granddaughters walk in them.
Their big toes swim down into the boats’
sharp prows,
and they sail on their high haunches
on a journey through the rooms,
fail and stand up again.
This is how we establish a dynasty.
© 2012, Lisa Katz
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