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Amir Or
I LOOK THROUGH THE MONKEYS’ EYES
I look through the monkeys’ eyes,as they play with my skull in the treetops.
I’m lifted with the eagle as he flies
because my entrails are in his;
in the belly of the earth
I crawl with worms
who ate my eyes out of my sockets;
I am green, I grow in the grass
That my rotting flesh makes rich.
O my body
How you have grown!
© Translation: 1997, Irit Sela
I LOOK THROUGH THE MONKEYS’ EYES
© 1996, Amir Or
From: Pidyon Ha-met
Publisher: Helicon-Bitan,
From: Pidyon Ha-met
Publisher: Helicon-Bitan,
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I LOOK THROUGH THE MONKEYS’ EYES
I look through the monkeys’ eyes,as they play with my skull in the treetops.
I’m lifted with the eagle as he flies
because my entrails are in his;
in the belly of the earth
I crawl with worms
who ate my eyes out of my sockets;
I am green, I grow in the grass
That my rotting flesh makes rich.
O my body
How you have grown!
© 1997, Irit Sela
From: Pidyon Ha-met
From: Pidyon Ha-met
I LOOK THROUGH THE MONKEYS’ EYES
I look through the monkeys’ eyes,as they play with my skull in the treetops.
I’m lifted with the eagle as he flies
because my entrails are in his;
in the belly of the earth
I crawl with worms
who ate my eyes out of my sockets;
I am green, I grow in the grass
That my rotting flesh makes rich.
O my body
How you have grown!
© 1997, Irit Sela
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