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Crossroadby Zeev Kachol
(Translated by Uvi Poznansky) 1988
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At a crossroad here I stand I kick the past, I kick it and I find my lodging somewhere near I find that I am not quite here I am not here, I am not there Not awake, not asleep, cannot bear And you, a dove, will fly away Will not return, come spring day The blessed moments don’t return I’ve ruined everything, my life I spurn The hours pass, here comes the night The day is gone, are you alright? I’m not alive, I am not dead I kick the past, and on I tread. |
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