Poem
Gilad Meiri
AFFINITY OF TONGUES
Grandmother,I’m like you
in some things:
sitting for hours
bent over the table
sorting words
with fingers
the way you curve dough into crescents,
I knead the tools of language
the way you roll grape leaves.
Sometimes people gather,
relatives and friends,
checking the pots,
the poems
(less hesitant with you).
Grandmother,
we create
what the guests
(invited, or
not)
devour
in five minutes.
© Translation: 2010, Lisa Katz
קירבה לשונית
קירבה לשונית
© 2006, Gilad Meiri
From: Tremors in Jelly
Publisher: Carmel, Jerusalem
From: Tremors in Jelly
Publisher: Carmel, Jerusalem
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AFFINITY OF TONGUES
Grandmother,I’m like you
in some things:
sitting for hours
bent over the table
sorting words
with fingers
the way you curve dough into crescents,
I knead the tools of language
the way you roll grape leaves.
Sometimes people gather,
relatives and friends,
checking the pots,
the poems
(less hesitant with you).
Grandmother,
we create
what the guests
(invited, or
not)
devour
in five minutes.
© 2010, Lisa Katz
From: Tremors in Jelly
From: Tremors in Jelly
AFFINITY OF TONGUES
Grandmother,I’m like you
in some things:
sitting for hours
bent over the table
sorting words
with fingers
the way you curve dough into crescents,
I knead the tools of language
the way you roll grape leaves.
Sometimes people gather,
relatives and friends,
checking the pots,
the poems
(less hesitant with you).
Grandmother,
we create
what the guests
(invited, or
not)
devour
in five minutes.
© 2010, Lisa Katz
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