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Poem

Moshe Dor

Expelled


Lying in bed during the long
foreign nights, I dwell on you,
Tel Aviv, and my marvelous
terrible life with you and then


from the threshold of a dark abyss
I hear as through a stethoscope my poems
beating like trapped birds inside
your asphalt  heart.  I cry, dry eyed
for the two of us, two lovers expelled
from the ends of the west
to the ends of the east.

נידחים

נידחים


על משכּבי בלילות הנכר המתארכים
אהגה בך, תל אביב, ובחיי
הנפלאים והנוראים בתוכך.
ואז, על הסף, ממרחק החלל

העצוּם, מיתם מכּוכבים,
אצמיד את הסטטוסקופ של
שירתי אל חזה האספלט שלך,
אקשיב ללבך המפרפר בשביו
כחיה נואשה ואבכה בעינים יבשות
על שנינו האוהבים הנדחים
בסוף המערב, בסוף המזרח.

 
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Expelled


Lying in bed during the long
foreign nights, I dwell on you,
Tel Aviv, and my marvelous
terrible life with you and then


from the threshold of a dark abyss
I hear as through a stethoscope my poems
beating like trapped birds inside
your asphalt  heart.  I cry, dry eyed
for the two of us, two lovers expelled
from the ends of the west
to the ends of the east.

Expelled


Lying in bed during the long
foreign nights, I dwell on you,
Tel Aviv, and my marvelous
terrible life with you and then


from the threshold of a dark abyss
I hear as through a stethoscope my poems
beating like trapped birds inside
your asphalt  heart.  I cry, dry eyed
for the two of us, two lovers expelled
from the ends of the west
to the ends of the east.

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