Poem
Sharron Hass
PROLOGUE
You, the stranger, whose face is dimmed by intimacyspread your body into a net
to hunt me down beneath you, have me dive like a gray animal
to find the passage through which you came to me
before love
flooded the native heaths
with forgetfulness
“I must know who you are, fish-girl” – signal your lips
half turned into frozen corals –
“For if you do not part from me
the girl will be lost in the belly of the fish”.
© Translation: 1997, Amalia Ziv
PROLOGUE
© 1997, Sharron Hass
From: ‘Em ha-har ne’elma
Publisher: Helicon Tag,
From: ‘Em ha-har ne’elma
Publisher: Helicon Tag,
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PROLOGUE
You, the stranger, whose face is dimmed by intimacyspread your body into a net
to hunt me down beneath you, have me dive like a gray animal
to find the passage through which you came to me
before love
flooded the native heaths
with forgetfulness
“I must know who you are, fish-girl” – signal your lips
half turned into frozen corals –
“For if you do not part from me
the girl will be lost in the belly of the fish”.
© 1997, Amalia Ziv
From: ‘Em ha-har ne’elma
From: ‘Em ha-har ne’elma
PROLOGUE
You, the stranger, whose face is dimmed by intimacyspread your body into a net
to hunt me down beneath you, have me dive like a gray animal
to find the passage through which you came to me
before love
flooded the native heaths
with forgetfulness
“I must know who you are, fish-girl” – signal your lips
half turned into frozen corals –
“For if you do not part from me
the girl will be lost in the belly of the fish”.
© 1997, Amalia Ziv
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